Like rain washing away days gone by, "Hello, Hi" finally opens the door wide and invites the new to move through all the old shades of warm and cold. It’s a fresh breeze that sweeps through the acoustic space, unconsciously bringing forth an assortment of love songs. This new album was primarily conceived by Ty Segall, alone at home. Isolation suits songs: you're never more at home than when you're facing a mirror. Ty's acoustic and electric guitars and his vocal harmonies layer upon one another, forming a thorny backbone for the album. Both gentle and dissonant textures ground the songs as they move, and melodic arcs convulse in doubt, happiness, and rage. The album gently awakens with three tracks of sweet-and-sour reflections, before the crackling of the album's title track electrifies all the senses. From a clear blue sky, Ty Segall plunges into the deepest abysses, creating shimmering waves that illuminate our 6th and 7th senses. Further on, "Saturday Pt. 2" concludes a mini-suite that forms the penultimate movement of "Hello, Hi." Fuzz-free guitars unwind, Ty’s reassuring whisper leads the way until Mikal Cronin's elegant saxophone opens all the windows, abandoning hysteria and joy, and all the other simple pains and pleasures that have remained behind closed doors for so long. It's an anthem to escape that gently swirls. Radiating in the same mental space as Goodbye Bread and Sleeper, mixed with contrasting and contradictory fragments from Freedom’s Goblin, Manipulator, and First Taste, "Hello, Hi" is undoubtedly Ty Segall's most peaceful and complete production to date, a ebb and flow of words and music offering acceptance and abstraction like a passage through the entanglements of these difficult times.