LE Yikes SURF CLUB - LE Yikes SURF CLUB EP

Despite the fact that I haven’t really accomplished a whole helluva lot, this week’s been a little crazy for your boy. I’ve been selling Supreme hats and sneakers on eBay out the wazoo, transcribing a lengthy interview for DX with Yelawolf, and all the while in the background of this nonsense, prepping for my move to New York City this Friday. Kinda bugged out about that, to be honest. Before, my only hassles were fighting with my dog over cheese and making sure I didn’t miss Adult Swim’s “Family Guy” re-runs; now, I got to make sure I’ve got food in my fridge and my rent, my bills are paid on time and I’ve got some form of employment. Weird.

Anyway, all that jazz has been weighing in on my daily blogging schedule as of late, so if you’ve been wondering why I haven’t really been posting anything earlier than late afternoon there you go. But not today - today, I go back to the old stand-by of posting crunchy garage surf punk in the form of LE Yikes SURF CLUB EP. Perhaps you’ve heard of them, perhaps not. If the later, you’re welcome - this is an education; if the former, you’re still welcome because I’m probably making you feel pretty good about yourself as a music listener.

Formed from members of Dirty Tactics, Philly crew LE Yikes SURF CLUB add a real hardcore punk edge to the standard DIY surf rock group sound that sits quite well with this esteemed listener. Their newest self-titled EP is a fast, lean, hard-hitting punk rock machine that hearkens more the Dead Kennedys than the Dick Dale. With catchy riffs and screeching vocals that would make Axel Rose shit himself in fear, LE Yikes SURF CLUB sound like they’d be equally at home with hanging ten or kicking the shit out of Nazi punks.

Also, they have a song called “Ghost Ride the Whip.” Hyphy is for the children.

- Sean

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