The Syndicate of Surf was barely more than a gleam in Dick Dale's eye when it found itself trapped on a school bus each day for an hour and a half and subjected to the Top 40 playlist of Detroit's CKLW. It matured slowly and found the more fertile sounds of early 70's FM radio and was fed by DJs like Kid Leo on Cleveland's WMMS. It then consumed it's sister's record collection and built it's own made of pop, rock, RAMONES and Sabbath. The Rock Muse was the mother that Lester Bangs rolled and became it's surrogate father.
Decades passed. Life happened. The Syndicate lay dormant, unaware of it's power.
Lightning struck in the form of The Atlantics 'Flight of the Surf Guitar'. The Syndicate stirred, listened, absorbed, and a year later, roared it's own roar.
Hodads Hang 10! is it's primal scream. What's yours?