We have returned. To London. We never really left the internet – or, as we have come to understand it, the circle of life as far as we are concerned. So what’s the latest drama? Fucked up ya local and national economy any more than it already was before we did a toddle to the other side of the planet? Of course you have. Race-hate crime on the uppety, or merked off any immigrants lately? Boy have you ever. Any fucking gorillas escaped from
prison the zoo of late? Oh you betcha. Let’s just say it was good to get away from it all, if only for a little bit, and out of that little bit we were indeed on the working clock anyway. Hanging out with various peeps of the enlightened disposition in Regina (tee hee hee) for a week or so was a personal highlight. Actually, we can’t wait to show you what we’ve brought back with us. But in the meantime, let’s get stuck into Surf Dads who we ended up seeing only about fifty times at Break Out West 2016. We can almost sense the bloggy voice on the wind telling us off for being so late on this “because they played Great Escape ages ago daaaaaaahling”. Well, fuck you bloggy-wind voice. We’ve only just got round to seeing them, and we now think that they are boom. Boom in the sense that power-pop music is possibly the most legit guitar genre you can get into, because it can never really parody itself. Our current Track Of The Day Halifax Street taken from 2015-released A Nice Boy EP is a great example of the power-pop dream these boys in black are currently living. It’s reminiscent of early Ash due to it’s youthful stylings and near-American accent, and about as emo-leaning as you can get in a Texas Is The Reason sort of way. It’s also a bitta Japandroids, and a birra Pavement. It is all a bit fucking great.
Surf Dads – Halifax Street