Music: Out of the Sandbox

There was a time in the stone age before the Beatles, as Pop Critic Richard Goldstein once put it, when everybody under 20 seemed to be searching for the "perfect wave." Along with hot-rods and sports cars, surfboards had become both means and metaphor for the new, rootless mobility of the American young. In Southern California especially, sunning, surfing, chasing chicks, gobbling Cha-Cha burgers, even watching TV became life values worth celebrating.

No pop group celebrated those slender but seductive values more lovingly than the Beach Boys. Theirs was a soft, euphonious music—intricate, warm layers of bell-like harmonies over calm, steady rock beats, all of it intended to evoke the rhythm of the ocean. When it came to the message, the Boys never let content interfere with contentment. "You can always write about social causes, but who gives a damn?" No. 1 Beach Boy Brian Wilson asked at the time. "I like to write about something these kids feel is their whole world." In song after song—Little Deuce Coupe, Car Crazy Cutie, Girls on the Beach, and, naturally, Fun, Fun, Fun—Wilson and his sidemen did just that. By the mid-1960s the Beach Boys were the most popular U.S. rock group in history.

Time and fame pass quickly in the pop world—for everyone, it would seem, except the Beach Boys. One decade, 23 LPs and 20 million record sales after they racked up a hit (Surfin') on their first try, the Beach Boys appear to be cresting on a new wave of popularity. It is due partly to the same nostalgia kick that has given so many other rock "oldtimers" new commercial success. But the Boys' floating style also fits right in with the softening of rock's hard core that has brought composer-singers like Elton John and James Taylor to the fore. The Beach Boys themselves have matured considerably. Brian is now 29, brothers Dennis and Carl 27 and 25 respectively, Al Jardine 27, Bruce Johnston 27, and Mike Love 30. As men they have more to say (all those beaches are dirty, for one thing), and they do not mind at all if adults listen.

Pop Polish. The group's latest LP, Surf's Up (Brother/Reprise), released last week, is a case in point. Always noted for their pop polish, they have this time turned out one of the most imaginatively produced LPs since last fall's All Things Must Pass by George Harrison and Phil Spector. Al and Mike's Don't Go Near The Water is probably the best song yet to emerge from rock's current ecology kick. Against a satirical background provided by a gurgling Moog synthesizer and a tinkling, Satie-like piano, come the words:

Toothpaste and soap will make

our oceans a bubble bath

So let's avoid an ecological

aftermath

Beginning with me

Beginning with you

Don't go near the water . . .

Student Demonstration Time is a hard-rock parody that ponders the wisdom of violence:

I know we're all fed up with useless wars and racial strife

But next time there's a riot, well, you best stay out of sight . . .

The title song, Surf's Up, finds Brian as close as he probably will ever come to something he has long searched for: a floating, ethereal tone painting that he modestly describes as "the sound of heaven."