Dum Surfer

“Dum Surfer,” is about as demonic as Marshall can get. His voice, especially, is so tart and poisonous, that it’ll surely pucker one’s face. It’s as if in preparation for The Ooz he was eating a box of nails and puffing at a pack of cigarettes every single day to get his vocals just right. The violent, bodily imagery of his lyrics, perfectly match this acerbic mood: He sings about his brains resembling “potato mash” and puking on a sidewalk. His backing band adds a dash of color to this bleak picture, with slinky guitar riffs and wiggly saxophone. In spite of all the doom and gloom, Marshall and his band have an innate groove. The accompanying music video breathes life in the sickly world Marshall imagines. He dons the garb of a lounge singer, but his body looks addled and zombified, with pale, sweaty skin and thick bags beneath his eyes. He performs in a dive bar for a crowd of equally dead-looking revelers. It’s a repulsive scene, but his impish grin and the mischievous charm of the song make it seem like Marshall can start a party, even in the most dire of circumstances. - Kevin Lozano, Pitchfork

[Verse 1] Dumb surfer is giving me his cash Won a bet for fifty and now I need a slash Man this band that's playing, is playing fucking trash Skunk and onion gravy, as my brain's potato mash He came across the back of a bureaucratic stash Shot the lot for credit and never got it back He's mashed, I'm mashed, we're mashed That cat got slashed in half like that As venus completes orbit, I’m feeling slightly mashed The stir fry didn’t absorb it, I need another slash She spoke in English, it was low lit where we sat Remembering her face but that’s the end of that I’m a step from madness as I puke on pavement slabs Got a bit embarrassed, need to get back to the lab In the debts of traffic, I was feeling like we crashed With a girl from Slovak in a European cab From a set of habits, I can see momentums mashed If we were commuting, this train would fucking crash Now my brain's diluting with blame and guilt and hash Getting lashed, getting lashed by all of the gods By all of the gods, by all of the gods [Guitar Solo] [Verse 2] As my brain's diluting, I suffer from whiplash This girl's now screaming, I think we've gone and crashed The driver’s speaking and the car is still intact It was only minor, well that's the end of that Girl, that’s the end of that as I know Girl, some things you don’t know [Outro] Dumb surfer, don't suffer Dumb surfer, don't suffer Dumb surfer, don't suffer Dumb surfer, don't suffer Ay, some things won’t change for a while Keep me, keep me as the villain But my prayer, you don't own