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“Dum Surfer,” is about as demonic as Marshall can get. His voice, especially, is so tart and poisonous, that it’ll surely pucker one’s face. It’s as if in preparation for The Ooz he was eating a box of nails and puffing at a pack of cigarettes every single day to get his vocals just right. The violent, bodily imagery of his lyrics, perfectly match this acerbic mood: He sings about his brains resembling “potato mash” and puking on a sidewalk. His backing band adds a dash of color to this bleak picture, with slinky guitar riffs and wiggly saxophone. In spite of all the doom and gloom, Marshall and his band have an innate groove. The accompanying music video breathes life in the sickly world Marshall imagines. He dons the garb of a lounge singer, but his body looks addled and zombified, with pale, sweaty skin and thick bags beneath his eyes. He performs in a dive bar for a crowd of equally dead-looking revelers. It’s a repulsive scene, but his impish grin and the mischievous charm of the song make it seem like Marshall can start a party, even in the most dire of circumstances.
- Kevin Lozano, Pitchfork

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