Phil Dirt - Reverb Central - PO Box 1609, Felton, CA 95018-1609 USA The Strangemen - Channel 2000
|With surf moving into the mondo bizarro world of beehive wigs and disturbed thinking, you have to wonder if the Billboard charts aren't right behind. Much like the path from early eighties surf revival to swamp surfabilly originators the Surf Piranhas through Southern Culture On The Skids, this may be just a stop on the path between surf and the B-52's at which point some major will notice. This band merges weird coiffures, Crampabilly stylings, surfabilly sounds, and fifties lyrical mentality. A most unusual, yet inevitable CD.|
Picks: Don't Touch My Hair, The Strangemen Television Theme Song, Killer Wave, The Beat From 20,000 Fathoms, Space Train
Track by Track Review
This semi-instro opens with eerie keyboardage under a NASA countdown, until the chunka chunka surfisms take over. The track is accented with cries of "Don't Touch My Hair," which seem related only to the title, and not the melody and structure of the song. Having said that, they are not inappropriate, but rather expected in a Surf Punks kinda way. A pretty cool number, though mostly a progression.
The Strangemen Television Theme Song
Wham bang seventies television mentality merged with surf-n-spy, and sporting some double picking with edgie tones. Progression grinder, with a sax break.
Surfy progression and sounds, dark tones, and a sixties weird identity with male chorus doing the "ahs" over the melody, like maybe a parody of the Challengers. I can't decide if I like this - very progression oriented, but still sorta fun.
The Beat From 20,000 Fathoms
El Alien from the deep lurks in this submariner number. The progression is a lot like Pink Floyd's "Lucifer Sam," but not as dark. This is a nifty number, a bit more melodic than the others, and more interestingly arranged.
Slowly grodied guitar grind and bass thumped, this ominous plodder progresses along with a "woo-oo-oo" chorus and some simple splash guitar stuff. If this was intended to be period-scary, it hit it's mark. Like a sci-fi B-movie theme waiting for the drive-in to clear out. Cool.