3. PixiesSurfer Rosa

I got a cassette from a cousin of mine that had The Offspring, Smash, on one side and Nirvana’s Bleach on the other. That was definitely the wake-up call of rebellion and antagonism, but the first record I really got into from thereon was Surfer Rosa. It felt so alien but so familiar. It really clicked on a bone marrow level that felt like it had pre-existed for me. I bought Death To The Pixies at the same time on tape from HMV in Oxford and I just became obsessed with that record.

I listened to it again recently and it reminded me particularly about how I could connect with Frank Black’s lyrics despite not being aware of any real narrative when I was much younger. I don’t think Foals would exist without the Pixies. I love the oddness and the strangeness of the Hispanic/punk/pop influence – it should be wrong, it shouldn’t work but it does, really well. More recently I re-listened to his lyrics and appreciated how humorous they are, which reminded me that things don’t need to be too obvious or narrative-based, they can be just fragments of thought.

It opened the gateway into everything that then consumed me for the next ten years (Oxes, Albini, Sonic Youth, Godspeed – the American guitar alt/post-hardcore/post-rock world). Without Surfer Rosa I may have stayed with Nirvana and The Offspring…