Beach Fossils’ “Saint Ivy” is fucking up my whole day, in the best possible way.

Falling in love with a bands sound from the very first record they release always seems to feel like a gift of sorts. I feel like it always comes along right when everything starts to run together and I start to worry if I’m getting old and jaded, which I am make no mistake of that, or if everyone on earth just forgot how to make original shit. That’s exactly how I was feeling when I came across Beach Fossils’ track “Sometimes” back in 2010, and to be honest the entire record only solidified that this band was determined to carve out their own path in a world of all too similar sounds.

I remember sitting in a bar, drenching my brain in beer and not really paying much attention to anything, and then, all of a sudden, this perfect combination of fuzzed out vocals, rose tinted guitar lines, and that whole “attach your tamborine to your hi-hat” shit appeared in unison. It was all that shit floating through the air at the perfect ratio. Needless to say I sprinted to the DJ booth to figure out what the fuck this beautiful song was all about. Anyways yeah, I bought the record it was amazing from front to back and that was that, my faith in tonal structures were restored yet again.


Cut to right now, this very second, me flipping mindlessly through a sea of garbage. Waiting for a sound to cut it’s way through the monotony that’s been piling up in my inbox and my “suggested listening” threads. Scrolling and scrolling skipping through endless tracks. Waiting for something to snap me out of it. Until finally, there it is, the email I’ve been waiting for “Beach Fossils ‘Saint Ivy’ New Video”. Surely they can’t save me twice in one lifetime… Yup, they can, they most definitely can.

To say that the band has grown would be an absurd misrepresentation of what’s actually going on with this track. I would call it a full on transformation. You know how the Beatles made like tons of pop songs then they all did acid and they started making shit so fucking amazing that everyone else who’s ever played an instrument started to get pissed off cause the shit that they started pumping out had more to do with a feeling as opposed to a composition? I’m not trying to say that Beach Fossils are on par with the Beatles, mostly cause I don’t want to deal with the emails I’d be getting after such a claim. I’m just saying there’s some crazy shit going on in this track. We still get the sun-blistered lackadaisical vocal patterns that will never get old, so fear not, there are still origins that link to the sound that started this whole love affair. Once we get passed that though there’s just too much shit to comment on, So I’ll just mention two stand out moments. One, wait for the most perfectly placed flute solo, that’s right I said flute solo, that I’ve ever come across in a pop song. Do you have any idea how fucking hard it is to fit a flute into anything other than a Gardens and Villa’s song or a fucking Van Morrison song without running the risk of sounding like a dickhead?! All I’m sayin’ is that it’s a ballsy move. And two, the guitar solo preceding said flute solo. It’s so fuckin’ dope that I still need to be convinced that Kevin Parker from Tame Impala didn’t write it. Anyways, check this shit out. I’m beyond impressed and can’t fucking wait for this new album to drop.

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