Phil Dirt - Reverb Central - PO Box 1609, Felton, CA 95018-1609 USA Brazil 2001 - Fist Full Of Sand
|Brazilliant!!! Very edgie performance and oh-so arty cool salt water damaged sounds from the best vocal act since, well, since the Music Machine! This band knocked 'em dead at Humunga Cowabunga! Here's the scoop.|
Picks: Shaved Ice, Double Overhead, Fog [interlude], Penetration, Should Have Known Better, Fist Full Of Sand, Aloha Oe, Haole Girl, Bikini Summer, Be An Idiot, Dressing Like A Girl, Cactus, Another Time, One Note Samba, Fog
Track by Track Review
An edgie rock number with a spoken lyric about a painful summer for a local boy cause by a girl (what else?). Lot's of cool changes and a big sound.
Thee best vocal tune in decades IMHO. I love this! It's all about the ocean as a female. The lip-buzz faux double pick is brilliant! I'm having this vision of decadent love, putting on my booties, putting on my gloves. Yeow! The glass finger guitar under Dracula's daughter is marvelous. Like the song says, Escargot with a golden tan, Brigitte Bardot in a 64 van!
Nineteen seconds of what should be a whole song played solo on guitar... wait, it is a whole song, and it's on the last track. Thank goodness, I was having palpitations.
This is thee hottest version of the Pyramids surf classic ever recorded! I do not overstate! Tortured edgie maximum guitar, huge. This gets lots of requests on my show at KFJC. The guitar effects sleighed (intentional - pre-Xmas show) them at Humunga Cowabunga!
Punky Agent Orange influenced machine gun guitar and philosophical lyrics about being a man in a boy's world, or something like that.
Huge number that reminds me a bit of Killing Joke or Nineteen Nineteen. Max edge and cool glass finger guitar. B-man's soft lyrics seem somehow at odds with the music, yet curiously, that just adds to the draw of this song.
21 seconds of solo guitar softly swaying in the palm sheltered tropics...but I digress, or do I?
Major guitar edge and double picking and glissandoes, all to support the lecherous tale of an Island youth lusting after the rich young pale faced tourist. This song is so Bernard! :-}
Simple mighty hot progression that rocks & rolls. Way cool. The break is different and the whole thing smacks of "hey bozo, listen up." Very nice.
Talking about nothing, blah blah blah blah. There must be more? Conceive of the possibility that ignorance is bliss. Conceive of the possibility that Heaven has no (guest) list. Yup!
This is such a fun song. Very chunky & choppy, with majorly stupid lyrics in the best possible way. Too fun! Cross dressing without threat to the male ego. Where's my high heels?
On the strength of a strong recommendation from Allen Whitman of the Mermen, I invited Brazil 2001 to play for us at Humunga Cowabunga in December '95. They were awesome, and wowed the whole room! I used the intro and outro from that show, but the track comes from radio performance in early '96. This is a stellar band on their way to Billboard's top ten I'm sure. Look for a signing soon.
Another Killing Joke-like soundscape about the joys of seeing former lovers suffer. Now, B-man, be nice!
Antonio Carlos Jobim's little ditty became a monster under the gun of Bernard Yin's guitar. Bit's of Agent Orange and tons of energy make this work really well. It ends with a grand reverb kick!
Here it is, Bernard's sad tale of an ex-surfer in malaise over being oh-so middle class. Could it be Bernard is having an aging crisis?