HELLO, HI

"Hello, Hi"'s flickering awakening to this trip: the opening three tracks' train of sweet and salty reflections, before
the abrupt crunch of the title track electrifies the senses. Good morning's turned to good mourning in nothing flat,
but there's still a way up from the doldrums, to try again. Why can't it be just as simple as "Hello, Hi"' What to do
with yourself when love triggers loathing' How many more times do you have to go back there again' Pulling at
the scratchy wool threads of an old sweater favored for warmth, comfort, protection, rejection, denial, blindness
etc, Ty Segall dives from a clear, open sky, down through the marine layer and the shimmering waves of all the
years.
Radiating from the same mind fields as Goodbye Bread and Sleeper, mixed with shard edges of contrast and
contradiction from things like Freedom's Goblin, Manipulator, and First Taste, "Hello, Hi" is Ty's most relaxed and
complete production to date, an ebb-and flow fusion of words and music offering abstraction and acceptance
as it wrestles itself through a fucked-up time. Your life and what you make of it - throughout "Hello, Hi," Ty Segall
charts a passage through its enduring tangles honestly, with clarity and confusion.