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4.0 out of 5 stars
'LDC' is fun, but 'All Summer Long' is astonishing., July 11, 2001
For centuries alchemists have fruitlessly sought the philosopher's stone, the elixir of life, when what they should have done is listen to early Beach Boys' albums. The two collected on this CD, 'Little Deuce Coupe' and 'All Summer Long', are surely the purest, most invigorating distillation of testosterone there is, life-affirming hymns to cars, girls, cars, beaches, cars, surfing, cars, and, er, school. I've never really been interested in any of these things, but I recognise the passion and the fantasy, and feel years younger listening to them.Though essentially innocent, there is a choppy, ear-slicing guitar racket in most of these songs, presumably in imitation of powerful engines, that have the violent energy of punk and later surf-inspired noiseniks. there is something sweet about five boys singing love songs to automobiles, but something slightly perverse too, especially in 'Ballad of Ol' Betsy', where a tribute to a knackered car sounds like an elegy to an aging, sexually experienced woman, reminding me of Flann O'Brien's 'The Third Policeman' (about a bicycle), edging on to the world of Ballard and Cronenberg. The emphasis is on short sharp spurts of spirited exuberance, but there are grace notes: the warm lush tingle of 'Hushabye', the kind of enveloping lullaby that makes you want to wrap up in it all night; the late-50s pastiche ballad 'We'll Run Away'; the sun-lazy rapture of 'Girls on the beach'; the gloriously seedy 'All dressed up for school'; the mysterious 'Wendy', complete with eerie organ break; the hushed a capella 'A young man is gone', apparently a tribute to James Dean, poised between tragedy and comedy. Best of all, though, is one of pop's beacons: 'I Get Around', its miraculous circular vocals, propulsive movement, weird verse breaks and general exhiliration embodying youthful masculinity in all its zest, good faith, and, well, strangeness.
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