
The genre-bending experiments of one Dayve Hawk (the man behind such monikers as Memory Cassette, Memory Tapes & Weird Tapes) have been salve for my mind through every season of this year; in this song alone I hear shoegazing & dream pop in the processed lyrics and minor chords, post-punk drumbeats with a techno sub roar, all of it treated with psychedelic flourishes throughout. The result is an absolutely radiant patchwork of postmodern release, giving the listener a fast-paced trip over the ocean---those real waves at the very end of the track are a lovely touch. I don’t give a fuck if it is hipster territory, I dig what Mr. Hawk is doing and look forward to both future releases and new aliases! Extra points for the strange, glowing cover photo-art.