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Nobody queers classic rock purposefulness with anxious punk frenzy quite like Furman, who firehoses lyrics at you like he’s desperately trying to bail out his flooded brain.
Nobody queers classic rock purposefulness with anxious punk frenzy quite like Furman, who firehoses lyrics at you like he’s desperately trying to bail out his flooded brain.
Wednesday’s packed Ty Segall performance at First Avenue was a harrowing, shriek-filled freak show of sorts, with Ty first emerging in a giant, distorted plastic baby mask and later whipping a (hopefully) fake umbilical cord over the audience.
“His latest full-length, Perpetual Motion People, is a study in extremes between body-shaking punk rock and achingly emotional songs. With a voice reminiscent of Gordon Gano of Violent Femmes, the 29-year-old Furman — a devout Jew who identifies as gender-fluid and occasionally dons dresses and red lipstick — is a whirling dervish of sound as well as a deft and endearingly vulnerable lyricist.”