Eurorock’s tip for the day: Get yourself along to your local builder's yard, fill all available carrier bags with sand, go home and spread it around your house. Next turn on The Bikini Beach Band’s latest Surf-Noir offering Viva! On Stage In London and dance yourself stupid.
I accept that once the bucket loads of sangria have worn off you may regret being so reckless. You may also ache a lot after all of this frenetic activity. That said, you just need to know that this is an album that would get the terminally dead up and dancing.
This fun fueled, fezzed foursome from London are guaranteed to bring out the raving idiot in you no matter how sensible you think you are. Being an aforementioned idiot I have, of course, been here before. Last year I enthusiastically reviewed their last album Sour Cream For The Soul. It had the same strangely rabid effect.
“Vocals? We don’t need no stinkin’ vocals” screams the headline of the publicity blurb that came with this dangerously infectious album. A government health warning for people who aren’t as young as they think would perhaps be more appropriate.
After all, there are not many blokes over a certain age who can look good dancing around in Bermuda shorts and an Hawaiian shirt. I’ve just been told, in no uncertain terms, that I am indeed a case in point.
Viva! is akin to eating a sugar covered doughnut and not licking your lips. Your feet WILL declare independence and WILL go off and do their own thing irrespective of how much potential embarrassment it causes. It is all horribly reminiscent of the drunk uncle in the wedding video we all try and disown.
This live album follows The Bikini Beach Band’s memorable performances at the U.K.’s legendary Glastonbury, and slots at the Big Chill, Solfest, and Love Box to mention but a few. Now they have decided to get the worlds feet tapping and stomping again with a set crammed full of trademark fun.
This includes such gems as their take on “Red River Rock” which seems to emerge from AC/DC’s “Whole Lotta Rosie”, “Hawaii-Five-O”, and the Outkasts “Hey Ya?”
I think I know what you’re thinking. You think that this sounds like naffness personified, don’t you? Well do me a favour, follow the above tip, buy the album, have a barbeque, turn the volume up as loud as your shirt, and then (once you’ve recovered) report back to Eurorock. I await your feedback with baited shorts.
What you will find is quality musicianship, a definitive definition of the world ‘cool’ and a fun fuelled album guaranteed to dispel all your worldly woes.
Opening with “Tequila Mockingbird” they blast through The Shadows classic “Man Of Mystery”, before adding “Tijuana Taxi”, “Blue Monday” and “Wipeout” among a whole load more. I just love “The Egyptian Medley”. It helps make sense of all that sand I now have in my carpets.
Enjoy. Life, is too shorts! Meanwhile I am off to vacuum up the sand before I get kicked out once and for all. With summer fast approaching, you know it makes sense. It’s the only thing about The Bikini Beach Band that does.