Here's Uncle Jeff's review of Introducing Ray Wallace on the Spinout Record Label (2006)

In a mondo world where surf and indie collide with the era of carefree sixties pop, Ray Wallace is an outsider so far out he’s in. Fine teenaged-angst songwriting is augmented with lyrical and jangly surf guitar, courtesy of Eddie Angel from Los Straitjackets. The innocence of ‘Hitler’s Gone Surfin’ is the equivalent of saying “your Momma wears army boots”, repeated over and over on the playground. It’s goofy but it sure works. The talking narratives (tracks 6, 11 & 16) are pretty amazing in their own right. The song subjects oscillate between complex juxtapositions of black & white TV icons, historical politics and comics, but somehow it all makes sense. Reportedly, Ray Wallace can play every Bob Dylan song, and his own writing reflects Dylan’s amphetamine imagery as filtered through the mind of a child in the Beach Boys acid sandbox. Way better than Daniel Johnston.

If you missed this show, proceed to download. His tracks are... well, unique. Ray's playfullness via the Coma Tap Room and his Martin Backpacker guitar span politics, the man in black and self schooling in a world that surfs in comparatively slow motion to his reality.

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