Swim is catchy. OK. It’s very catchy. It kind of reminds me of a song that could play in a beer commercial, but it’s catchy. Catchiness is a hallmark of beer commercials. That’s why you never see this song in Bud Lite commercials, even though you can’t get much more direct. But anyway- Surfer Blood have made an album. This album is forty and a half minutes long. Swim is three and a third minutes long. Thus, you should unequivocally enjoy 8.2% of the album and have mixed reactions to the rest.
Part of me thinks the biggest problem on this album is timing. It’s January. It’s freezing. It’s not time for surfing. And make no mistake- this band is all about surfing. Fifth track “Neighbor Riffs” is their attempt to write a surf instrumental as indelible as Miserlou. Does it succeed? Well, let’s just say that the Quentin Tarantinos of the future won’t be using this song for their soundtracks. However, I’m quite certain that the teen movies of the near future will be able to use Swim. After all, it’s quite catchy.
One final thought- the cover is, like, incredibly garish. Seriously, what were they thinking? The cheesy shark picture would be bad by itself, but the checkerboard pattern just takes it to new levels. Not to mention the font that the band name is written in.
Another final thought- Lyrics- “I don’t want to spin my wheels/ I don’t got no wheels to spin”- are not Surfer Blood’s strength. “Swim… to reach the end” is pretty stupid too now that I think about it.