#vocal surf

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#pop rock #vocal surf #sunshine pop #baroque pop #psychedelic pop #progressive pop #1960s #1970s #usa #poll #Spotify

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Tracklist:

Sweet Charity • None Of Them Knew They Were Robots • Retrovertigo • The Air-Conditioned Nightmare • Ars Moriendi • Pink Cigarette • Golem II: The Bionic Vapour Boy • The Holy Filament • Vanity Fair • Goodbye Sober Day

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#hyltta-polls #polls #artist: mr. bungle #language: english #decade: 1990s #Experimental Rock #Art Rock #Surf Rock #Doo-Wop #Avant-Garde Metal #Pop Rock #Cocktail Nation #Jazz-Rock #Baroque Pop #Exotica #Vocal Surf #Brutal Prog #Easy Listening

[acowdognamedbuck]

keith moon of the who and bruce johnston of the beach boys 🏄‍♂️

#i love them:) #keith was a surf fan! jan & dean and the beach boys #he was in a surf band once #and his fav song was don't worry baby apparently #keith moon #the who #the beach boys #bruce johnston #1960s #60s #surf rock #surf music #vocal surf #60s music #1960s music #tbb #beach boys #mid century #classic rock #vintage #60s pop #60s rock

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Endless Summer by The Beach Boys Capitol 1974 Surf / Pop-Rock / Sunshine Pop / Pop / Rock & Roll / Vocal Surf / Surf Rock / Baroque Pop / Vocal Group

#surf #surf music #pop rock #pop #rock #sunshine pop #rock & roll #rock and roll #vocal surf #surf rock #baroque pop #vocal group #classic rock #classic pop #oldies #music #60s #60s music #60's #60's music

[randomvarious]

Today’s compilation:

Surfin' Hits 1989 Surf / Surf Rock / Surf Pop / Instrumental Rock / Vocal Surf / Pop-Rock

Continuing this little foray of mine into some classic surf music, with this great rundown of 60s songs—which are of both the vocal and instrumental variety—that was released in 1989 on Rhino Records. Rhino's a reissue label, so with the way that they're set up, they have a budget that allows them to pay the licensing fees in order to obtain the songs that they want to include on their compilations. So, none of the songs on this release were actually owned by them.

And that obviously means it costs more to create an album itself, but it also means that you can pretty much shape it however you'd like, so long as the songs that you want are actually available to be licensed and that you don't find yourself going over budget.

So, with that wide latitude, Rhino was able to license a bunch of songs from a whole bunch of different labels, and effectively provide a pretty ample snapshot here of the 60s surf movement in just 18 tracks. They got a couple tunes from the father of surf rock himself, Dick Dale, including his most popular song, the instrumental surf-rendition of the Eastern Mediterranean folk song, "Misirlou," which was featured in Pulp Fiction and sampled heavily by the Black Eyed Peas' for their 2006 single, "Pump It;" they got what's probably the most recognized surf instrumental of all time in The Surfaris' "Wipe Out," they got the perfectly inane confluence of surf, garage, proto-punk, and trash in "Surfin' Bird;" and they got a bunch of songs from the Capitol-EMI label too, including two songs each from The Beach Boys and Jan & Dean.

Speaking of Jan & Dean, I've got some fun facts about them. If you've ever heard one song by this popular 60s duo in your entire life, it's more than likely to have been "Surf City," which was the first surf song to ever reach #1 on Billboard's Hot 100 chart, back in 1963. But chances are, unless you know your surf hits, you might’ve assumed that "Surf City" was actually just one of many Beach Boys smashes, because, I mean, it really does sound *just* like The Beach Boys.

And that's because Brian Wilson gave it to them. See, the Beach Boys and Jan & Dean actually go back a ways, and both rubbed off on each other too. Jan & Dean weren't even actually always a surf duo; they started out in doo wop. And their debut hit, 1959's "Baby Talk," went top-ten on the Hot 100. But there's a certain part of that song, a vocal "bom-dip-di-dip" that The Beach Boys lifted from it to use in their very own debut single, "Surfin." And then, after being around The Beach Boys and being exposed to their own unique vocal surf sound, Jan & Dean decided to transform themselves into a vocal surf duo.

And I guess, even though they had been performing together already, you could see Brian Wilson's bequeathing of "Surf City" upon Jan & Dean as a sort-of returning of favor towards them for allowing them to use that bit from "Baby Talk." At first, Wilson played them "Surfin' U.S.A."—a surfed-up rewrite of Chuck Berry's "Sweet Little Sixteen"—on piano, and Jan & Dean wanted it. But Wilson refused, saying it was going to be a Beach Boys hit. However, he had another song in mind, one he couldn't figure out a way to finish, and that was "Surf City." So, Jan & Dean took it, Jan finished it, and Brian Wilson, as well as surf music as a whole, then managed to get their first national #1 hit.

Fun story, huh?

So, this is a pretty great compilation from Rhino for anyone who may consider themselves to be surf-uninitiated. It's got some of the biggest hits and acts the genre ever produced on it, from both the vocal and instrumental sides of things. The vocals provide those sweet and irresistible doo wop-derived harmonies and falsettos, and the instrumentals have a way of filling the warm, salty air with all that wet and twangy guitar mystique. Both aspects are captured rather well on here, considering the CD is only 43 minutes long.

Got one more of these surf comps left in the pipeline. Stay tuned!

Highlights:

The Beach Boys - "Surfin' Safari" Jan & Dean - "Ride the Wild Surf" The Surfaris - "Wipe Out" Dick Dale & His Del-Tones - "Misirlou" The Trashmen - "Surfin' Bird" The Marketts - "Out of Limits" The Lively Ones - "Surf Rider" Jan & Dean - "Surf City" The Beach Boys - "Surfin' U.S.A." Dick Dale & His Del-Tones - "Let's Go Trippin'" The Bel-Airs - "Mr. Moto" Jack Nitzsche - "The Lonely Surfer" The Tradewinds - "New York's a Lonely Town"

#surf #surf rock #rock #surf pop #instrumental rock #vocal surf #pop rock #pop #classic rock #classic pop #oldies #music #60s #60s music #60's #60's music

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Artista: The Beach Boys Álbum: Shut Down, Vol. 2 Ano: 1964 Faixas/Tempo: 12/27min Estilo: Surf Rock/Rock Data de Execução: 28/08/2022 Nota: 6,6 Melhor Música: Fun, Fun, Fun

#the beach boys #shut down vol. 2 #1964 #surf rock #rock #vocal surf

[plumesnout]

no one i know irl will understand this meme i literally made it for myself

#sunshine pop #vocal surf #60s music #curt boettcher #beach boys

[guerrilla-operator]

The Beach Boys // Surfin' U.S.A.

You'd catch 'em surfin' at Del Mar (Inside, outside, U.S.A.) Ventura County line (Inside, outside, U.S.A.) Santa Cruz and Trestles (Inside, outside, U.S.A.) Australia's Narrabeen (Inside, outside, U.S.A.) All over Manhattan (Inside, outside, U.S.A.) And down Doheny Way (Inside, outside) Everybody's gone surfin' Surfin' U.S.A

#the beach boys #surfin' u.s.a. #vocal surf #rock and roll #surf #rock #tunes #audio #favorite songs ever #Spotify

[estradasphere]

WOW

#blue jeans is my favorite hct song ... the fact that it was kindasorta written for palace of mirrors originally is NUTS to me #but also makes sense. it is a very palace era esque song #the original midi demo especially sounds like it would fit on the pegasus vault ep no problem #estradaposting #apparently diagnosing johnny was originally written in 2005 too which is still in the timeframe of palace era esphere #But it doesnt sound like palace of mirrors lol its like vocal-surf-ballad-y

[hillsofuhhtennessee]

I’m shocked that I don’t actually hate MSJ’s solos on that new Off the Soundboard. I’m not really into a lot of 80s guitarists in general because I’m just really not into the shreddy style but I’ve heard only a shitty clip of him before that sounded like a car crash and that’s what I was expecting.

#pauls vocals on thay album also kill me he sounds like a parody of himself #they’re a mess but a funny mess #Also yeah i know msj was accused of some majorly gross stuff #not excusing that I was just morbidly curious how he sounded #Gotta say I’m team ace for kiss guitarists because his style and songs are just so oddand heavy in a distinct way #but in terms of fast guitar solos I’m firmly in the power metal and surf rock camps shredding just isn’t strongly melodic enough for me

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#Pop Rock #Power Pop #Electropop #Vocal Surf #Pop Punk #Film Soundtrack #2000s #2020s #UK #poll

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Tracklist:

Surfin' Safari • Surfer Girl • Catch A Wave • The Warmth Of The Sun • Surfin' U.S.A. • Be True To Your School • Little Deuce Coupe • In My Room • Shut Down • Fun, Fun, Fun • I Get Around • The Girls On The Beach • Wendy • Let Him Run Wild • Don't Worry Baby • California Girls • Girl Don't Tell Me • Help Me, Rhonda • You're So Good To Me • All Summer Long

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#hyltta-polls #polls #artist: the beach boys #language: english #decade: 1970s #Vocal Surf #Sunshine Pop #Baroque Pop #Vocal Group #Surf Music #California Sound #Pop #Compilation

[snoopyrps]

something about “four minutes” is strangely comforting...

#been so paranoid after the doomsday clock bullshit but radio kaos... #luv u roger waters u paranoid bitch! just like me fr! #writing a song about a dj getting news that a full nuclear attack will happen in exactly four minutes #and he's just like #'well... it's a balmy day - or bomby hehe [shrug emoji]' #'the cowboys are winning against the dodgers. if you have plans to go surfing tomorrow i hate to tell ya...' #the occasional attempt to get billy to contact him again but ultimately... there's nothing that can be done... #(...billy making more sense in the context of the story of the album....) #margaret thatcher giving one of her bullshit speeches in the background #billy counting down in that odd vocalizer that makes it so hard to tell what he's saying #'goodbye billy' #(and then following it up and finishing with 'the tide is turning'....) #(.....if there is any celebrity i am a victim of parasocial relationships with..... it is roger waters.)

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Surfin’ Safari by The Beach Boys Capitol 1962 Surf / Pop-Rock / Rock & Roll / Garage Surf / Vocal Surf / Surf Rock / Doo Wop

#surf #surf music #pop rock #pop #rock #rock & roll #rock and roll #garage surf #vocal surf #surf rock #doo wop #classic rock #classic pop #oldies #music #60s #60s music #60's #60's music

[piratefishmama]

Angel | Steddie Oneshot

Eddie Munson never believed that he’d go to Heaven. Sure he’d been raised in a catholic household, his uncle was religious, he’d been raised to give thanks for the food they ate, to pray before bed that should he not wake, his soul the lord take an all that jazz.

Wouldn’t believe it to look at him, to hear the songs he sang, the music he played. Wouldn’t believe how he’d been raised if one were to go by covers instead of contents.

But despite his upbringing in the very catholic Munson Trailer of Forest Hills Trailer Park, he never believed he’d go to heaven. Something about queers and submitting to sin and blah blah blah it’d been a long-ass time since his last confession, but Uncle Wayne stopped reminding him a few years back, so he had an excuse to keep ‘forgetting’ to do it.

Turns out, one did not need to go to confession to make it to heaven!

Angels would just. Turn up, apparently.

Maybe he’d done something good that he wasn’t aware of, he did go to that Make A Wish thing a few weeks back, DM’d a whole one shot for the kids, he’d spent hours there, a whole dang day just… hanging out with sick kids.

Maybe that was it. Maybe that was what brought this heavenly creature to his side.

To cut a long story short, he was on stage one minute, belting out the lyrics from the final verse of the last song in their set ‘Into the Underdark’, Jeff was slipping into the ending guitar solo, Eddie was gearing up for an end of gig crowd surf and the next.

The next he was looking into a bright, blinding light that kept moving between his eyes.

He’d always been told not to go to the light. If you see it? Don’t go to it, going to it would make whatever trip you were going on a one way ticket, there was no going back when you reached that light. Just hang back, wait for the resuscitation, it’d happen, someone would breathe life back into you, or whack you with enough voltage to get that heart kickin again, just don’t go into that light.

That light was way too close to his eyes, and he couldn’t swat it away. His arms felt tied down. Rude.

And then the light was gone, had he reached it? Was that it? One way ticket stub punched, sorry Earth, Munson out. “Mr Munson? Can you hear me?” Oh what heavenly chorus, the light had momentarily blinded him but shit… when his sight came back, at least enough to make out the vague shape of a very square jaw, of angular features, of warm hazel eyes, and a luscious head of hair surrounded by a halo of brilliant white light.

Angel. He had an audience with an Angel. It could only be an Angel. Neat.

He’d enjoy the ‘I Told You So’ he got from his uncle whenever the old goat made it up there he hoped it wouldn’t be soon though, he’d prefer a longer wait than a short one, thanks.

“Mnn… I hear you big boy, are you sure I’m in the right place though? I’ve been told Heaven wouldn’t want me” it sounded smooth in his head, but he was pretty sure he slurred half the words.

How could he have a slurred voice in Heaven? That didn’t seem fair.

Oh he’d forgive the slurred speech bit if the angel kept making that wonderful music with his vocal chords, that little giggle of a laugh, so bubbly and sweet, yep. Somehow he’d weaselled his way into Heaven. Suck it soccer moms. “Well, at least you can summon the strength to be charming.”

He was charming? An angel thought he was charming? Hell yeah, he’d rock this heaven shit, he already had an in with the big, winged boys!

“I can summon the strength for other stuff too, worship ain’t ever really been my thing but, baby I think I can learn for a literal Angel” he’d subject himself to an afterlife on his knees gladly if it meant he’d have his hands curled around this creature’s thighs, his mouth on—

“Oh wow…” Eddie couldn’t really see it properly thanks to the lovely blinding spots in his eyes that was no doubt his eyes adjusting to heavenly light, but he was sure his angel was blushing, he sounded a little breathless. Good. “You’re uh… wow”

Eddie hadn’t had much charm before becoming world famous but, he’d gained a little experience. Women and men alike throwing themselves at him, knowing he wasn’t all that fussed, babes were babes. All genders welcome to hop on and take a ride. He knew it was mostly the fame, he was still the same nerd he’d been back in high school, but… if fame got him laid then fame got him laid.

At the very least it gave him the experience to flirt with one of Gods pretty little birds. Maybe even score if the reaction he got was any indication.

So much for lust being a punishable sin, huzzah.

Steve was having a day. Okay no, Steve was having a whole week. The only upside to his overtime riddled ass, was that Robin had been on the majority of his shifts with him, so they could at least talk in the ambulance while they roamed the streets waiting for chaos to drop.

Monday, it’d been a seven car pileup on the highway, a few lost limbs, no fatalities but one hell of a close call on two accounts.

Tuesday, it’d been a tumble at a care home resulting in a popped hip and some heavy flirting from a few old ladies. Poor Robin suffering it from a few old men trying to shoot a shot they didn’t have.

Wednesday it’d been crisis after crisis resulting in him not finishing his shift until six hours after he was meant to finish his shift.

Thursday he had one blessed night off, thankfully his on-call status hadn’t dragged him in, and he got a decent six hour nap in.

Friday, another car wreck, he didn’t want to think about that one.

And now Saturday.

Dispatch sent them to the sold out arena, some idiot had leapt off the stage likely for a crowd surf, his foot tangled in an amp chord, it reduced his air time dramatically and he brained himself on one of the guard rails.

Excellent. At least he wasn’t dead.

Which given how easily one could wind up six feet under from such a whack to the head, he was lucky.

They parked by the side exit, shuffled in by security, and right through into the arena. The patient hadn’t been moved as per dispatchers instructions to the person who’d called. No moving the idiot until the professionals arrived and determined it safe.

Cameras, flashing lights, big beefy security guards standing in front of them blocking the majority of what was happening from view, there was… quite a bit of blood there. It didn’t look pretty in that lighting. “The crowd’s too much, let’s get him to the ambulance.” Robin’s patience didn’t exist when it came to large crowds.

Too many people. Plus she’d been on shift five hours longer than he had.

“Alright, you two, c’mere” Steve singled out two of the big security guys “we’re gonna need you to help us get him onto the gurney, we’ll look him over in the back of the ambulance.” There were no broken bones, nothing stopping them from moving him just enough to get him to the ambulance unscathed.

And then, somewhere between writing out paperwork, checking vitals, and Robin googling who this guy was, said guy… woke up.

Steve, being closer, was quick to check responsiveness, pupils reacted well to light although a concussion did look likely, they’d cleaned up the blood and found the cause to be a cut just above his left eyebrow that’d probably make a kickass scar and oh.

Without the blood. Oh. Oh he was pretty. Pretty plump lips, long lashes, deep brown eyes, faint freckles across his nose. All that hair. He was pretty.

“Mr Munson? Can you hear me?” He’d asked, while shining that little torch into those pretty brown eyes, left to right to check the responsiveness. And then he spoke and Steve— well. Robin was eyeballing him judgementally pretty damn hard given how fast his face flamed red.

Her head in her hands, her fingers plugged into her ears as Munson rattled off promises of worship and good lord— Steve didn’t know what to say, what to do, what does one do when a hot yet slightly delirious rockstar offers to worship your ‘angelic body’?

What does one do with that?

One awkwardly stutters through thanks while bright red and toasty until they can part with the guy at the ER wishing he’d met him under better circumstances cause it’d been a long ass time since anyone even touched him let alone worshipped him but accepting that he’d probably never see the guy again, so it didn’t really matter.

Until a few days later when the official Corroded Coffin account slid into his DM’s on Instagram, apologised profusely, and requested very sweetly to make it up to him with dinner the next time he was free.

Signed Eddie. With a little angel emoji. How on earth could he say no to that?

#steddie #piratewrites #Rockstar!eddie munson #Paramedic!steve harrington #SHITPOST FICLET #i have no excuse for this

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Artista: The Beach Boys Álbum: All Summer Long Ano: 1964 Faixas/Tempo: 12/25min Estilo: Rock/Surf Rock/Vocal Surf Data de Execução: 20/04/2023 Nota: 7,0 Melhor Música: I Get Around

#the beach boys #all summer long #1964 #rock #surf rock #vocal surf #i get around