Jacuzzi Boys at Hideout, March 6 | Concert preview
Beyond a funny press image, there’s little to distinguish the Jacuzzi Boys from the Black Lips, Smith Westerns, the Strange Boys, Ty Segall, Wavves, etc. Who cares? Pass the beer.
There are as many garage bands these days as foreclosed houses with two-car garages. Dirtbag adolescents in jean jackets are looking back to the ’60s while singing about weed, sex, junk food and stuff. Sometimes, all it takes is a silly name and an even sillier band photo to rise above the pack. See the Jacuzzi Boys above.
“I slowly felt my mind begin to fry,” sings Venezuelan frontman Gabriel Alcala on “Space Cake ’85.” I believe him, he sounds like a burnout, but there is a degree of clarity and focus to his tunes, unlike others in the genre who consider “bong rips” a production technique. The Miami dudes have knocked out a few singles and motored up to Nashville to record Jacuzzi Boys Live at Third Man at Jack White’s Nashville studio. Beyond that name-drop, frankly, there’s little to distinguish them from the Black Lips, the Strange Boys, Ty Segall and so on.
Which leads us to question: Why now? It’s foolish to pin this lo-fi rock resurgence on the economy—most of these kids are middle-class, in college or both, and recording on computers is cheap. Blame the Internet. And not just because a phone can record something with fidelity suitable for YouTube or cruddy earbuds. Social media has led to hordes of people thinking alike, retweeting each other’s ideas, if you will. Of course, pulling academic thought out of “Freakazoids” by the Jacuzzi Boys is a dubious path. Pass the beer.