Call Saturday Night Satellites Silver Surfer rock. Were “Southtown Rumble” the awesome ’50s youthsploitation beach-movie title it deserves to be, this song would make an excellent soundtrack for the inevitable Hang 10-off. Rumbling bass builds and recedes, bringing with it a wall of fuzzed-out guitar riffs riding hi-hat eighth notes just begging to be cowabungaed over. But space-rock rumbles in the background, building in intensity until it overtakes our poor, shiny tube-shooter, and he leans back, aiming his board at the sky to catch a cosmic wave — off to do whatever the hell it is Silver Surfer actually does.
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