From the NME, 17 December, 1983
Bradford 1 In 12 Club
Sweat gleaming on his naked skull, the salivating Surfin’ Dave prods back his massive spectacles with a single thin finger as they once again start their slow slide down his slick and shiny proboscis. He struts, sneers and sings:
“There are grey skies above/The house my Baby lives in/And if that’s not enough/She’s taken to her bed with the ‘flu”.
Artists! Armed with one guitar, two ideas and three chords he sports a shirt of the sort which hasn’t been seen since Jack Lord assumed the full artistic control Hawaii Five-O. Surfin’ Dave has his audience’s undivided hostility with his torrid tales of insubstantial physique and romantic disaster.
A genius? A plagiarist? Is he just taking the piss? One thing is for certain – if Buddy Holly had been born a Yorkshireman he would have sounded nothing like Surfin’ Dave, Neato!
Surfin’ Dave at a Stand Up and Spit gig 2015.