Surfer Blood
Surfer Blood is an American alternative rock band from West Palm Beach, Florida, United States, formerly signed to Warner Bros. Records. The band has four members: John Paul Pitts (lead vocals/guitar), Mike Mcleary (guitar/backing vocals), Lindsey Mills (bass guitar/backing vocals) and Tyler Schwarz (drums).
Formation
Founding members John Paul Pitts and Tyler Schwarz started playing music together in Orlando, Florida. They met Thomas Fekete at an Ultra Music Festival after party in Miami and the group was formed with the immediate goal of releasing a record and touring nonstop.
The band was originally called Jabroni Sandwich. Schwarz randomly came up with the name Surfer Blood during a conversation with Pitts about his surfer backpack from high school.
Career
The band's 2009 debut single "Swim" gained much critical acclaim and was named as the 37th best track on Pitchfork's 100 Best Songs of 2009. They released their debut album Astro Coast in January 2010.
The band were widely considered to be the breakout band of 2009's CMJ Music Marathon. In March 2010, playing songs from their debut album Astro Coast, Surfer Blood made quite a splash at the SXSW NPR music party (and returned to SXSW in 2011). In May 2010, the band played at the ATP music festival curated by Pavement along with other groups such as Broken Social Scene, The Walkmen, and Atlas Sound. Later that month, Surfer Blood headed over to Spain to join the lineup at the San Miguel Primavera Sound Festival. In August of that year, Surfer Blood finished out the summer playing two more festivals; Splendour in the Grass in Australia and Summer Sonic in Tokyo.
Catholic Pagans
Never could
Be still for long
And I could never hold a job.
Coupled with
A weakness for cocaine and liquor
Not much you can do for love.
When I met you,
I broke the mold.
I fell apart and combed my hair.
Whiskey stinks
For ten whole days
Stayed off the streets at night for weeks.
I don't wanna be a catholic pagan
Now that you're here.
We fell in awe each other for love,
Survival, and everything else.
Please don't padlock
Your parents' bomb shelter,
Or fill her up with dust and ash.
A landfill mecca
For burnouts and whistlers,
Adolescent sour mash.
I'm not saying
That I'm unloved,
But I could really use it now.
So turn out the lights
Over and over and over,
We'll figure out the rest somehow.
I don't wanna be your rush-in bride,
Not anymore.
But I could say
Apollo would have a field day if he knew at all.
Sooo, I have to gooo...