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The inner master today is a bit less of a nag, the grandiosity of "know thyself" is relaxed, even the search for a Satori needs a vacation break. So let's go! Towel, sun, beach, surf, beach volleyball, and whatever else you can think of.
With cheekiness, it's time to apply the law of the roller coaster, life is made of ups and downs, a cryptic simile to insist on pursuing the unbreakable "what is above is below" ... and vice versa, lying on a sunbed with a drink in hand watching thong strings benevolently passing by. Pineapple and shaved ice lubricate the immediate pleasure these sunny partygoers serve us.
The cover explains what we are talking about, even clarifying for the most hard-headed, as the music starts, the few clouds present (installed by geoengineering, of course) disappear, smiles and straws never leave us. The sound wave reinforces the fun part that is in us: the surf, the sea foam, the shower after a game on the sand, an ice-cold beer, it's all so fresh!
Ten Foot Faces have the magic wand to bring out our eternal youth by concocting a mix of rock, surf, hard, pop that has "Made in Malibu Beach" written on the label. We surf on a time board that takes us back, making us revisit our youthful musical erections. But what a pleasure this record is, free from mental hang-ups yet played with a lot of guts.
The flip-flop replaces the crossroads and changes, this time, my attitude from ball-scratching to replacing "remember you have to die" with "remember you have to buy those boredom-repellent Bermuda shorts with a Flipper-style shark design." Buddies to the core musically create a friendly cohesion, carefree fun that makes us exclude burdens and liberates a pure aggregating "fun".
Absurd Hydra spits involvement, teleports you directly onto the wave.
The cover is unbearable!!!
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