You couldn't ask for a leaner, meaner day at the beach! Brooklyn-based outfit Super Capsule are looking to release their new EP Macabrelabra and, while I have no idea on the date it's out, I do know that if it's anything along the lines of this single, I'm in.
It sounds like a Jim Jarmusch film soundtracked by The Pixies and sped up into a track just shy of two minutes, which is precisely the kind of description you would hope for a band that's looking to take a new swing at surf rock. It's a Brooklynite's idea of surf rock that's also never seen a beach, littered and strewn with grit and charred feeling, rubbed raw and bleeding across the fret board. It has replayability to the umpteenth degree, a sense of urgency that's sorely lacking these days, not taking a second to wipe its spittle off its sleeve.
I'm looking forward to when the group releases their EP; I haven't had this much fun nodding to something so grey and grim and frantic for some time. Here's hoping the rest of the release will carry this much nervous energy and urgent ennui.