"A sun-baked anthem that distills the erratic desperation of a desk job into three minutes of sheer unadulterated escapism."
There is a peculiar kind of alchemy that happens when a guitar riff sounds exactly like salt water stinging your eyes. On the sun-baked anthem Beach Fever Epic Nelson manages to distill the erratic desperation of a desk job into three minutes of sheer unadulterated escapism. It is a record that demands you roll the windows down until the wind threatens to tear the door off its hinges because anything less would be a disservice to the scale of the hooks. Nelson embraces the power-pop tradition of The Beach Boys while keeping a foot firmly planted in modern Indie Rock sensibilities.
That frantic energy at the sixty second mark is where the track unquestionably shifts into overdrive. The drums are not polite or tucked away in the mix but instead they crash like a high tide against a pier and you can hear the sweat on the fretboard as the melody climbs higher and higher. It is a clinic in Pop-Punk pacing that reminds me of early Sum 41 or the breezy arrogance of The Ventures.









