This time we saw the band at East London’s finest, the Troxy. A venue that surely is single handedly keeping the capital’s carpet cleaners in a job.
Such a prolific artist always bring with them a certain uncertainty of what’s to come from a live show and Segall is the epitome of this. With so much material under his belt, in such a vast array of genres and lineups, he really can deliver something completely different every time you see him live.
This show is no exception, we are treated to an opening act of two, Segall and Emmett Kelly, both playing acoustic. We get a first taste of his latest release Hello, Hi, in the form of the unnerving lullaby ‘Good Morning’, along with some classics, peaking with ‘Orange Color Queen’, which gets the crowd up and running in time for the appearance of the rest of the band, bringing with them more hair than my childhood kitchen floor after my Mum completed the annual shaving of Dad’s back.
We dive headlong into a set which is certainly in favour of Segall’s heavy rock sensibilities and less inclusive of his garage roots; not necessarily a show for those expecting back to back singalong hits. A cacophony of doom-ridden 70s rock served in a blur of flying hair, laying a platform for Segall’s soaring Bolan-esque vocals. Just five people having a fucking lovely time. Keeping track of a setlist from an artist so productive is certainly a challenge and today is no exception, but it really doesn’t matter when the quality of the musicianship is so high, just sit back and let it all wash over you like Ozzy Osbourne’s dirty bathwater.
Segall returns to the stage for an acoustic encore, providing the audience with some lighter, singalong dessert. ‘My Lady’s on Fire’ and ‘Girlfriend’, giving the audience a chance to finally finish off their vocal chords before wiping away the sweat and heading home for the evening.