Their
name stinks.
Nude Beach?
But Nude Beach they are. And their second album (yup, II) is one damned entertaining piece of
work.
They come from the Brooklyn scene; maybe they thought their name would look good on bills with Passion Pit, Animal Collective and Grizzly Bear (okay, maybe Nude Beach isn’t so bad).
It’s
for damn sure that nothing about Nude Beach fits in with the rest of the
Williamsburg sound. The above bands sound like trustafarians plotting new
directions in pointless obscurity. When Grizzly Bear performed recently on “The
Colbert Report” the song they played was shapeless, meandering, and lacking a
distinct chorus. This foolishness passes for innovation among the self-select
in America’s largest post-graduate ghetto. Snore.
Instead,
Nude Beach seem to have swallowed the Seventies whole – and the good parts
mostly. Among the icons pictured on their inner sleeve are Bruce Springsteen,
David Bowie, and Dee Dee Ramone – indicative musically, and even more in terms
of affinities.
The
band’s debut album is not widely available or distributed. I’ve heard bits and
pieces on YouTube videos, and it smacks a bit more of post-punk and grunge
leftovers than II’s trimmer, coolly
classic rock approach. Nude Beach’s music demonstrates that innovation and
novelty are not necessary qualities for rock pleasure. For Nude Beach it’s more
about choosing inspirations judiciously, working on craft and performance,
projecting energy and just enough individuality to make something familiar
sound fresh again.
To
be honest, nearly every time Chuck Betz opens his mouth I find myself thinking
of Tom Petty. Listen to the way he sings the line “so hard to believe” in
“Walkin’ Down My Street.” Okay, it’s obvious he loves some Tom. But that’s not
such a bad thing. Betz, in particular, recalls the steely, pissed off Petty
that the FM rockers mistook for punk. “Street” also recalls Springsteen’s
“Sherry Darling,” and a time in the Boss’s life before the mantle of sobriety
was heavy upon him. There’s also a wound up quality to Betz’s
delivery on a song like “Some Kinda Love” that captures David Johansen’s raw
edge and the urgency of a young Paul Westerberg.
Betz’s
songs are mostly about girls - bad girls, good girls, obtainable girls, distant
girls – okay, girls. When they’re not they’re about direction, identity,
destiny; it’s standard rock lyric stuff. Not too many lines leap out or grab
you by the poetic neck, but his sentiments are expressed intelligently and with
a passion that’s believable and idiom appropriate. Musically, they’re complete
songs. You know, the kind with verses, b-parts, bridges (where necessary), and
hooky choruses.
