GOONS OF DOOM
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G.O.D. is
the brainchild of Aussie Ozzy Wright, who surf enthusiasts know
and love as an international ten-hanging, wave-riding champion surfer. All
I know about surfers I learned from Fast Times at Ridgemont High, so I can
only assume Ozzy is a slack-jawed stoner who digs classtime pizza. This
sometimes-awesome and always loopy EP does nothing to dispel that image,
as it flows freely from loose-fitting garage pop to crunching fuzz-rock to
glammy surfadelica to a loping, ten-minute climax of noise and fury, like
a distracted doper wildly spinning the radio dial, looking for his fave Spacemen 3
track. The latter, “Long Haircut” is like Dick Dale and
Flipper
(the band, not the fish) jamming at gunpoint, and is probably just a joke.
They are goons, after all. The other 4 tracks are well worth repeated
plays, especially the head-bobbing slacker singalong “Blood on the
Streets” that rides and easy, soulful riff and sounds like an early Urge
Overkill track as sung by Ian Dury. Great stuff. “She Wore Rat Skin Boots”
is a Frisco-style nu-psyche shaker-maker, sorta like the Dandy Warhols, if
they weren’t a bunch of insufferable bitches, “Napalm” is a glam-slammer,
and “That One” is sugar-coated crunch with girlie vox. All of ‘em are
hits. Only bummer (that’s what surf-dudes like to say, right?) is that
they spend 10 minutes on the Fu Manchu goof, when they coulda banged out
another five two-minute wonders. Still, a little really good rock n’ roll
beats a whole lotta garbage anytime, so look for this one during your next
trip to muscle beach.
G.O.D. is
the brainchild of Aussie Ozzy Wright, who surf enthusiasts know
and love as an international ten-hanging, wave-riding champion surfer. All
I know about surfers I learned from Fast Times at Ridgemont High, so I can
only assume Ozzy is a slack-jawed stoner who digs classtime pizza. This
sometimes-awesome and always loopy EP does nothing to dispel that image,
as it flows freely from loose-fitting garage pop to crunching fuzz-rock to
glammy surfadelica to a loping, ten-minute climax of noise and fury, like
a distracted doper wildly spinning the radio dial, looking for his fave Spacemen 3
track. The latter, “Long Haircut” is like Dick Dale and
Flipper
(the band, not the fish) jamming at gunpoint, and is probably just a joke.
They are goons, after all. The other 4 tracks are well worth repeated
plays, especially the head-bobbing slacker singalong “Blood on the
Streets” that rides and easy, soulful riff and sounds like an early Urge
Overkill track as sung by Ian Dury. Great stuff. “She Wore Rat Skin Boots”
is a Frisco-style nu-psyche shaker-maker, sorta like the Dandy Warhols, if
they weren’t a bunch of insufferable bitches, “Napalm” is a glam-slammer,
and “That One” is sugar-coated crunch with girlie vox. All of ‘em are
hits. Only bummer (that’s what surf-dudes like to say, right?) is that
they spend 10 minutes on the Fu Manchu goof, when they coulda banged out
another five two-minute wonders. Still, a little really good rock n’ roll
beats a whole lotta garbage anytime, so look for this one during your next
trip to muscle beach.