New track released, Men I Trust run fast on a majestically catchy bass line à la Simon Gallup. Then it's pure seducing magic. Press play.
The Bradipos IV are back with 10 songs to get you out of a surf slump.
Talented instrumental group from Caserta, Italy, est. 1996, local heroes of tremolo vs staccato picking, you won't spot any surf boards on their s/t cover, like for Bob Vaught & the Renegaids Surf Crazy, still, their wanging guitars of Endless Bummer and the exotic horns of Waiting will hit you calmly in the face like the sun on the beach, slow burning your skin, waiting for the perfect, epic wave to come. Maybe at 50. There's nothing that essential or remarkably original here, still, it's fully enjoyable because of passion, their rock'n'roll party is made under the rule of Sloth til death, but, wait, it's not that goofy. It's seriously a music fest. What sounded as a revolutionary genre for its time, for sure, nowadays it's a Tarantino thing to the most, but, it's still also an act of faith for the inner circle, especially when it sounds so genuinely crafted and it got the flow. A party music for others, which defies you not to dance, because The Bradipos IV can also go mellow on Scuola di ballo al sole and at the same time, they know how to call hard for summer nostalgia through When the sirens sing. Cowabunga.
Talented instrumental group from Caserta, Italy, est. 1996, local heroes of tremolo vs staccato picking, you won't spot any surf boards on their s/t cover, like for Bob Vaught & the Renegaids Surf Crazy, still, their wanging guitars of Endless Bummer and the exotic horns of Waiting will hit you calmly in the face like the sun on the beach, slow burning your skin, waiting for the perfect, epic wave to come. Maybe at 50. There's nothing that essential or remarkably original here, still, it's fully enjoyable because of passion, their rock'n'roll party is made under the rule of Sloth til death, but, wait, it's not that goofy. It's seriously a music fest. What sounded as a revolutionary genre for its time, for sure, nowadays it's a Tarantino thing to the most, but, it's still also an act of faith for the inner circle, especially when it sounds so genuinely crafted and it got the flow. A party music for others, which defies you not to dance, because The Bradipos IV can also go mellow on Scuola di ballo al sole and at the same time, they know how to call hard for summer nostalgia through When the sirens sing. Cowabunga.
R.I.P., So Long, and Thanks for All the Fish. This was my first approach to his genius, and Harvest Time still echoes today in my mind.
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