Vinyl LP pressing. All kinda tones exist on Early Surf, but spontaneity, first takes: those are the coveted sonics. Obvious. Capturing waves inappropriately, building on warped and melted foundations, Axis: Sova erected a transmitter to draw in the deep space we're all so ready for. And even though the sounds are thick with damp skin basement murk and with vaseline rubbed sexy on the lens; even though the lyrics are unbalanced, damaged-receptor type musings, barked/crooned in mangled, cross-talking voices you can't really hear, the wildness and beat, the drive and energy, the licking and strutting stuttering of guitar rock 'n' roll that so inspired young Sova is out in full effect, rip tiding from shore to shining shore.