Pixies
Surfer Rosa

THE REVIEW

Well De-colleagues... we are facing one of the most interesting works of the most creative goblin quartet in the history of rock. The Pixies (Black Francis:vocals and rhythm guitar Joy Santiago:lead guitar Kim Deal:bass David Lovering:drums), born in Boston in the second half of the ''Eighties'', after already showcasing their eclectic mastery in the very enjoyable ''Come On Pilgrim'', deliver a milestone of all American underground. So let's dive into what many, including yours truly, consider an absolute masterpiece...''Vamos''!

The 14 tracks that make up the album, halfway between the rawest punk and the most captivating pop, each constitute an intriguing microcosm of originality and, despite the necessary differences, give it an undisputed homogeneity. The rhythm section, as obsessive and frantic as it is precise and impeccable, on which a fanciful and magical Gibson Les Paul is laid, proves to be the most suitable stage for the hypnotic pantomime staged by someone who in the years to come would be remembered by the name Frank Black. He, sometimes calm and clement, other times fierce and ruthless, becomes the spokesperson of stories and anecdotes sometimes surreal, which, filtered through a Spanglish that evokes atmospheres with a flavor as much Hispanic as purely ''British'', contribute to making ''Surfer Rosa'' even more masterful.

The work is imbued with ironic laughter, fierce invectives, bloody requests, and neurotic questions (the ''Talking Heads'' taught well); ''Bone Machine'', ''Gigantic'', ''River Euphrates'', ''Caribou'', Vamos'' are just a few of the gems that make the album a veritable encyclopedia of instincts and sensations, which manages to pay homage, while standing apart from, the highly prolific underground scene of the Eighties, placing itself indisputably on the highest rung of a pyramid that, subsequently, without them, would have wobbled quite a bit.

P.S. Produced and Engineered by Steve Albini