Photos + Review: Ty Segall Brings His Supergroup (Including King Tuff, Mikal Cronin) to The Fillmore


Ty Segall and his band of Muggers stopped by the Fillmore earlier this week for two nights of debauchery, and San Francisco loved every second of it. If you’re not familiar with Ty Segall, the guy is an absolute machine. He’s put out eight solo albums, has played in (no joke) eight other bands and has countless producers credits scattered across Bay Area and L.A.-based bands to boot.

Here’s a little preview we did, in case you want to get yourself up to speed.

Before we get started, I want to say something real quick. I am a huge fan of just about everything this dude does. It’s a little hard for me to sit here and write an honest to goodness article on the Ty Segall and the Muggers show from Monday night, because honestly I’m still in a bit of shock. I don’t typically get star-struck, but Monday night, I was fucking star-struck.

Ty Segall and the Muggers is composed of a group of folks that I have an incredible amount of respect for – Kyle Thomas (King Tuff) and Emmett Kelly (Cairo Gang) on guitar, Cory Hanson and Evan Burrows of Wand on guitar/keys and drums (respectively), and Mikal Cronin (who has an impressive solo gig going and has also toured with Ty in the past) on bass and sax.

And not only is this lineup impressive, the ENTIRE band is working up there. They’re all singing, all playing… no one is fucking around. Ty was front-manning the living shit out of this band, but it’s hard to focus on just one part of the performance – because they’re all that good.

And not only was this lineup disgusting, they were all switching instruments while they were up there. Cronin on bass. Then Cory Hanson on bass and Cronin on baritone sax. Then everyone playing in harmony. Then everyone singing in harmony. I mean fuck, it was super impressive. Not just a band mashing on instruments making noise – a highly skilled band making creepy, powerful music. Music you can skate to, mosh to, fight to, write to or ride the bus to.

The band emerged in super creepy baby masks – Ty’s complete with a fu manchu (or something like it, maybe just a regular stache) – but if you’ve followed any of the pre-release hype, you already know that’s kind of their schtick here. There was a definite theme of the night, being babies, children, maybe dependence, maybe loss. The content was dark for majority of the show, at one point Ty brought out what looked like an umbilical chord.

And the band was just relentlessly destroying the entire. Fucking. Show. The audience was head banging in unison basically the whole time, with the mosh pit erupting around the third song and the crowd surfing began. Ty did a bit of surfing himself, but was basically standing vertically while the crowd held him upright (pictures below, you’ll see what I mean).

Towards the end of the show, the mood lightened a bit and they began playing a few Ty Segall originals, including encoring with “Finger” – a completely raging tune that almost everyone in the audience knew the lyrics to.

So, when it’s all said and done, this show is already set the bar for best shows of 2016 in my book. In a world of overproduced bullshit, Macbook Musicians and Prima Donnas, Ty Segall is emerging, at least in my mind, as one of the next big-time, straight up not-giving-a-fuck rock stars.

Check out his entire tour schedule here, and if he’s in your city make sure to stop in. I guarantee you will not regret it.

P.S. I said fuck seven times in the article. Wee! Pictures below by the one and only, Bob Patterson (@bobpatters).