The night surfer on the lonely beach is the encounter of the individual with himself, the feeling of solitude as a magical moment; each wave is to question certain customs, which in some cases are rules that should be met at certain times. Do you need sun to connect with the sea?
Argentina’s Altocamet guides us on a long walk at the beach after the sun has set, that dozy time where the breezes grab a slight chill and we ponder the magnitude of the ocean at our feet. The general feeling of these reveries is beautifully expressed in Spanish in their seventh studio album, Surfista Nocturno: a path of introspection, textures, caressing sound, earnest lyrics, and gothic surf.
The band describes the “night surfer” as a soul who prefers freedom and spontaneity, access to new opportunities, reinvention of the self, and transcending space, time, and feelings. “The face-to-face encounter with ourselves, the water from the source of self-knowledge,” they explain.
The band, comprised of Mariana Monjeau (vocals, keyboards), Adrián Canu Valenzuela (vocals, guitars, sequences), Pedro Moscuzza (drums, percussion, drum machine), and Emiliano Mendez (electric guitar), takes their cues from Cocteau Twins, This Mortal Coil, Talk Talk, Drab Majesty, Ryuichi Sakamoto, Siouxsie & The Banshees, and Messer Chups.
The band has opened for DIIV, Wild Nothing, Them Are Us Too, and Drab Majesty. For this album, the band reunited with producer Graham Sutton (UK Bark Psychosis), and the album was mastered by Matt Colton (My Bloody Valentine, Blood Orange, Thom Yorke).
They say there’s even a hidden track on the album, a surf goth number called “Pulpo Negro”.
Order the album here.
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