INNER FREAK RECORDS
'SILLY D' SINGLE
Review by Shane Hilton
I’m telling you!
We should be wasted by now!
I want to be wasted!
And we should be!
But we’re not!
But we should be!
I fucking love Surfbort.
I’m good buddies with their drummer, meme lord, world champion wombat spotter and international man of mystery, Sean.
We’re like peas & carrots.
Or to use a more apt analogy for the two of us we’re like Jeffrey Dahmer and freezer burn.
Stick that many body parts in the deep freezer of life and eventually you’re going to find one another.
He came up in the much-lauded Austin punk scene.
I came up through the thriving musical mecca of a small-town of 1100 people 33kms outside of Wagga.
He plays in one of the most popular underground bands in the world.
I play guitar once in a while in front of my cat.
We’re exactly what Forrest Gump's mother was talking about. When he first started telling me, over a succulent well-proportioned meal at the Hogs Breath Café in Geelong (I shit you not), about the kind of music that could be forthcoming from Surfbort over the next 12 months, I honestly didn’t know what to think.
I was excited, but I just had no idea what the hell it would sound like.
Back in May, the band released the Apocalypse Care Package Demos, which was five unmistakably upbeat, garage impregnated, sing-along, fuck-along, hug-a-stranger, love the world slices of musical joy that perfectly represent just how fucking good of a band Surfbort are.
The thing is that it wasn’t as different as what I thought it would be back when I was enjoying some of Australia’s most mouth-watering 18 hour slow cooked prime rib with a side serve of curly fries and garlic cream.
And then they hit my ears with 'Silly D'.
The latest offering from Surfbort is like stepping into the collective conscience of the entire world as we ache for something resembling “normal”.
It’s a song of contradictions.
It oozes. It stutters.
It puts you down. It picks you up.
It’s loose. But constricting.
The dreamy flowing, almost spaced out, repetition belies a seedy underbelly that could only come out of a world screaming to have this perpetual afternoon melt into the haze of intoxicating evening. It’s also a fucking earworm.
This song sticks in your head.
Of course, lead singer and punk rock heroine, Dani Miller knocks it out of the park.
The subdued angst of her vocal delivery is strangely comforting amongst the dirge and whirling psychedelic cacophony backing her. And then there’s that fucking scream!
It sounds like she hammered a thousand rusty nails into the corpse of Kurt Cobain and regurgitated her bile-soaked stomach contents straight back into the microphone.
It’s the icing on top of an already tasty as fuck cake.
'Silly D' finds Surfbort reaching into their deep pockets of musical nous and spitting out an anthem for those long summer days filled with a lusting for that hot summer night. It’ll pull you in with its hooks and leave you wanting more.
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