J. and I went to participate in the madness of yet another Ty Segall gig. This time, the man got an upgrade and instead of playing small and sweaty West Germany he played large and sweaty Festsaal. Could he pull it off? Could he! It was full, hot, steaming and everybody was dancing. There was an umbrella, some stage diving, people dancing at the back of the stage and and at some point we spotted a rodent cage. Good fun. Oh, and the music was fantastic as usual, too. Of course.