Thomas from Pink Martini had it on the shelves at his home in Oregon, an unfinished project that he had the good idea to revive. It gasps and it booms, giving in orchestral surf (based on grand piano) pieces drawn according to pleasure in areas not a priori surf: at Gershwin (Rhapsody in Blue), at Cole Porter (Night and Day), in the 19th century gospel canone popularized by Elvis (How Great Thou Art), even revisiting a supreme beach ballad by Brian Wilson (Girls on the Beach). Old good idea, in truth: all the groups of the 1960s offered themselves the Nutcracker in surfing, the Bumblebee by Rimsky-Korsakov. Nothing original in this motor principle of surfing: everything sticks to it. The Satan’s Pilgrims, like their predecessors, are quite successful in the genre (neither Dick Dale nor Arthur of the Jaguars, but effective). And the bombastic piano arpeggios à la Liberace (on purpose) constitute the added value of this curiosity. For all tides.
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