Phil Dirt - Reverb Central - PO Box 1609, Felton, CA 95018-1609 USA Big Eye - Greatest Surf Guitar Classics
|This CD does not identify an artist name (so I guessed), and is a crass attempt to cash in of the surf tsunami. You can tell right off because the titles are not all surf despite the CD's title, or even guitar songs for that matter. Once you listen, you quickly discover that the sound is not even in the vicinity of surf, and worse yet, the titles aren't even correct. The blatant ignorance of the packager/artist is only exceeded by the deceptiveness of it all. They (he, she, or it) can play, but seem totally unaware of what the genre is all about.|
Picks: Walk Don't Run, Wipeout, Pipeline, Tequila, Bombora, Apache, Hawaii Five-0, Rebel Rouser, Albatross, Perfidia
Track by Track Review
Walk Don't Run
This is a relatively unfeeling Venturized version, tight but completely unremarkable. Not a surf tone nor surf beat in sight. The guitar is effected through a sweeping envelope filter, and the bass is direct fed with that thin eighties sound.
Mistitled "Wipeout" (the Impacts' tune), this hopelessly energy free rock version of the Surfaris' "Wipe Out" misses on the drum front, the guitar front, and the sound front. It's emotionless and unimaginative, though the damped chop break is pretty cool.
The glissando is carried on the dry bass, and the guitar hasn't seen reverb in a decade. Shamelessly sterile and unimpressive.
Latin R&B Rock (Instrumental)
This is their BIG HIT!. It is a sax based number that was probably the frat house standard, long before "Louie Louie" was. The spoken "Tequila" at the end of the lines has become a standard of Latin party rock. Very infectious.
The writing is credited to Gene Weed, but it's not the Original Surfaris' "Bombora," it's the Atlantics' tune of the same name. It's better than the rest here, but not more like a rock song than a surf song.
Based on the Shadows, using quieter tones and attack, and playing in a sterile fashion, "Apache" is tight and precise, but just so-so.
Jeepers, eighties Latin drums, but otherwise very close to the Ventures TV theme cover. Hokey at best.
Duane Eddy wasn't surf, and this isn't a surf song. Then again, this isn't a surf band, or even a pale imitation. Tame assigns more energy than it deserves.
The title is wrong, despite the credit to Peter Green. This is really the Shadows' "Foot Tapper," and it's not anywhere near as interesting as theirs or the Challengers' cover. Sterile.
The Ventures dried up and dumbed down. Completely unremarkable, like elevator rock. The compression damps the audio on the over modulated cymbals too. Dry, dry, dry. Cheese with that whine?