Psychopunk Surf Party — a playlist by Jane Asylum
Psychobilly, punk and surf music with a few electroclash bands for your fast-paced summer day at the beach
featuring artists like
The Cramps • Daikaiju, Ramones • Tiger Army • Dick Dale • The Go-Go’s • Jaded Juice Riders • Chicks on Speed
About this playlist
There are plenty of great summer beach music playlists out there in the world, but maybe you’re looking for genres that are more frantic than pop for your day in the sun and the sand. In fact, if you’re anything like me, you spend most of your time walking, surfing, body-boarding, swimming, playing beach volleyball, soccer or paddle ball — anything but sitting! In this case, you definitely need a frenetic playlist, and there is nothing like the fast pace of psychobilly, punk and surf music.
Of course, you don’t exactly have to be at the beach to enjoy a punk, surf and psychobilly playlist like this one. I love to play fast and furious tunes to drive to the beach, or even while cruising up and down the coast. This playlist does double duty by putting you in an upbeat mood on your way to the ocean or waterfront. And it’s not limited to beach-time or driving, either. Why not pop it on to set the tone of your summer keg party? It’s a great playlist for backyard barbecues too. Hell, Psychopunk Surf Party is a playlist that’s pretty great for any occasion if you enjoy reverb-heavy guitars, electrified rockabilly with an aggressive kick of punk rock, and a few fun surprises.
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.
Psychopunk Surf Party
by Jane Asylum