Preview: Thee Oh Sees_lowres


In the never-ending race between two Bay Area psych/rock hares, Ty Segall and John Dwyer (11 and nine albums, respectively and roughly, in the last six years), even the catching of breaths offers something new to say. Dwyer — who crashed his garage trio Coachwhips a decade ago, only to revisit the wreckage this year — has put out so much material, both as wooing leader of Thee Oh Sees' lysergic cult and Castle Face Records' mad king, that he has trouble keeping it together. "Anybody know who released a double LP of an Oh Sees Primavera show?" he asks on his website, polite yet pointed. "If so, please holler I would love to talk with them." Despite the claims of restraint ("I've tried to be a little bit better at editing," he recently told Uncut), like any good junkie, Dwyer can't stay away. Thee Oh Sees announced a hiatus onstage in December, but by February, Dwyer had a new solo vehicle road ready (Damaged Bug's electro shift Hubba Bubba), and in April he was back with another Oh Sees LP, Drop. Driven by a bespoke keyless outfit based out of Los Angeles (where Segall also relocated last year), the recording betrays no scene changes — just the same thick, heady mix of greasy guitar snarls and paisley pop trips that Dwyer's been emulsifying since 2008. With both he and Segall inhaling the same L.A. smog, the real treat will come when the pair slows down long enough to sync up. There's no better place on earth to melt wax faces. Jack Name and Heavy Lids open. Tickets $15.