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Amid internal turmoil, waning cultural relevance, and a loss of creative confidence, The Beach Boys threw an exhausted roll of the dice and struck upon the last album they’d ever release that truly mattered.
‘Surfin’ USA’ was ancient history by 1971. Along the way, The Beach Boys had cruised past scoring the Californian mythos, pushing pop to new celestial heights on Pet Sounds, and principal songsmith Brian Wilson was encumbered with the ‘genius’ tag.
Yet, the band’s dizzying peak soon spiralled swiftly. Before long, the dramas of the aborted Smile follow-up soon dogged the boys, coupled with a clean-cut public image at odds with the shifting counterculture and a series of LPs that landed with lukewarm reception on the charts. Hitting financial disaster after the suspension of several tour dates with the Maharishi Mahesh Yogi in 1968, they really needed their songsmith to be fired up with his genius pop powers.
Brian, however, had been out of action for a while. Rumours abounded across the industry about his well-being, his unkempt appearance, increasing withdrawal from the band, and developing drug habit, leading to a spell in a psychiatric hospital, which meant the bulk of the creative responsibility had shifted onto his younger brother Carl.
While 1970’s Sunflower would enjoy a greater writing and performing presence from Brian as well as every other member, Bruce Johnston would describe Brian’s involvement in the sessions for the Surf’s Up follow-up as that of “a visitor” in Keith Badman’s 2004 book on the band.
The fact was, all Beach Boys had long tired of playing “America’s Top Surfin’ Group!” as Capitol disastrously billed them a few years back. Everybody already knew a sea change was needed to reverse the course of their abating finger on the zeitgeist, and the title couldn’t have wryly illustrated such a shake-off of tired impressions to the wider music world.
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Ten years on from their ‘Surfin’’ debut, the band dusted off an offcut from the unfinished Smile sessions titled with an ironic surfing term for when the waves are perfect for boardin’, as well as a severance from the stale West Coast idyll they’d spent years undoing. What transpired wasn’t so much a total break from The Beach Boys’ sound, but a deeper wade into the reflective pools of introspection Brian had traversed so masterfully a few years back, stirring the material shaped for Surf’s Up.
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While a little late to the theme, the death of the 1960s pangs across songs like ‘Disney Girls (1957)’, a response to the drug-addled fans popping up at live shows and a nostalgic yearn for yesteryear’s more innocent, cleaner age. Elsewhere, Carl signals his later songwriting chops with his own ‘Long Promised Road’ and strangely eerie ‘Feel Flows’, and Mike Love and Al Jardine bottle the album’s ironic retreat from the Blue Yonder with the acerbic ‘Don’t Go Near the Water’.
While the band’s respective pieces all help manoeuvre Surf’s Up’s oars in the bold, new direction, it’s Brian’s final turn that elevates this Beach Boys’ 17th LP to greatness. Possessed with his trademark communion with another power, concern for the natural world breathes in a doubt of the pipe organ that wheezes wistfully on ‘A Day in the Life of a Tree’, and the title track strolls through several mini suites of understated baroque depicting a person’s glowing light in the face of a spiritual ascendancy.
Yet, Surf’s Up’s bona fide gem is ‘Til I Die’. Triggered by the devastating sale of their publishing company at the pressured behest of his tyrannical father in 1979, resulting in despondency and self-destructive behaviour, would compel Wilson to pen the last essential Beach Boys song they’d ever cut.
Laced with existential angst (“I’m a leaf on a windy day / Pretty soon, I’ll be blown away”) and reaching the exquisite vocal harmonies that soared on Pet Sounds, ‘Til I Die would mark a final bow of Brian’s mournful genius in the eyes of many fans. The Beach Boys wouldn’t end there, trundling along with the underrated Holland through to the atrocious ‘Kokomo’ number one, still active to this day despite Brian’s passing in 2025.
But the magic was largely snuffed out after Surf’s Up, a record that marks their real conclusion, looking deeper into the blue abyss that had gifted them their pop royalty and finally grappling with the eternal sea staring straight back.
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