You’re itching to go faster, but we’re sticking close to the coast for another week with Little Barrie’s “Surf Hell” (King of the Waves, 2012).
When I first heard this song, my reaction reminded of the first time I heard Blondie’s “Heart of Glass” when I was a kid, sitting in the backseat of my BFF’s mother’s 1975 gold Camaro of all places—my mom was the one with the Mustang—while she walked into a Mac’s Milk convenience store to sneak-buy a pack of cigarettes, as if we didn’t know. She left the radio on, and when “The Disco Song,” as it was initially known by the band, first entered my ears... I trembled. My young heart had never heard a song quite like it and I had to squeeze through the bucket seats to crank it up.
I no longer tremble over songs like when I was a kid—and I’m sure you don’t either—but Little Barrie’s “Surf Hell” excited me from the get go. My younger self didn’t have a word for that feeling, but now I know the word that best describes what it feels to hear Little Barrie’s “Surf Hell”: sexy.
“Can feel excitement beating out my chest
Can feel excitement beating out my chest
I only wanted for a night like this
I only wanted for a night like this...”
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About the Curator - Jane Asylum
When my mother wasn’t walking around the house belting out early 60s’ girl-band lyrics, she was collecting compilation albums, specifically from K-Tel. She may not have had the most refined taste, but she enjoyed variety, or at least that’s what I recall. I poured over them all, preferring some sounds to others. And when I found the perfect song, I’d play it over and over until ready to perform my latest theatrical dance incarnation.
With my family all gathered on floral grey sofas in our basement apartment, I’d set the vinyl on the turntable of a brown fibreboard stereo and not-so-carefully lower the needle. It would pop, screech, and crackle before any music spilled from the weaved-wheat speakers. My toes would press, lift, and sweep through the blue-green shag carpet, my arms would flail, and the music would bass and treble through my soul.
I’m no longer that 6-year-old doing private-audience interpretive dance routines, but my passion remains just as intense. I have no special superpowers as a curator — just my love of sounds and lyrics that transport, transform, move, and make your body groove.
15 November 2021
When you adore a band and practically everything they’ve done, it can be a bit difficult to decide on one single track to feature on a playlist, but “Drive Your Car” became a no-brainer.
13 October 2021
English band Free’s “I’m a Mover” is music to my ears, and it’s the track I want to listen to while driving my pony on a stretch of cracked grey highway over green hills.
13 September 2021
Any track from this band would pair well with Chuck Berry’s “My Mustang Ford,” but I want to drive into a more or less psychedelic blues and garage rock direction. This makes “Lying Eyes” the perfect fit.