I love the smell of the beach; even here in Scotland it smells the same. The sweet scent of the crisp air, the salty clean aroma of the water, the sandy whiff on a windy day. Nothing seems as pure or inspiring as that smell. You can feel the draw, the energy of an active life in that smell. That smell reminds me of summer too, the warmth, the sun, the kinetic nature of both seem so perfectly balanced. And I love music that reminds me of that smell, and of summer. The Beach Boys, although slightly out-dated, remind me, so does Jack Johnson, but his brand of beachy music is a bit too sedate for me; the beach after smoking a joint.
But if you mixed Jack and the Beach Boys with Barenaked Ladies and maybe threw in a bit of Weezer you would just about have it. And that is just what Willie Herath has done, he has created aurally the smell of summer and the beach with lively, fresh, animated music. This man, who himself reeks of surfer boy – but really he is an Illinois native – and his self-described “nod your head beach rock” are the epitome of summer beach music: happy, energetic and fun.
Willie’s debut album Cohgie Never Landed with its breezy musical mixes, buoyant lyrics and lively, guileless, vocals starts off with “Sticky Flip-Flop”, an anarchic track about Willie’s friend getting a bloody toe on his couch. With bizarrely mismatched lyrics – influenced no doubt by his off-beat sense of humour — and Willie singing some puberty-defying vocals it somehow all comes together and creates the perfect introduction to his agile music.
The second track on Cohgie Never Landed, “Electric Sun”, has what can only be described as beach-rap towards the end. Why a surfer boy from L.A. would need to sing about a sun-lamp tan I have yet to reason, but here it is and that’s what it’s about. The real perfection of this song is that beachy-rap complete with happy hand claps and a group sing-along. It’s a must-hear.
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