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From the
noisy spicebasket-lined streets of a desert town to a sultry island lounge filled with
grass skirts and Tiki masks, with layovers at all points in between comes fez, the
tramp steamer of bands. Grab your martini glass and your surfboard, slick back that hair
and slip on your vagabond shoes, because where you're going depends a heckuva lot on where
you've been. This steamer is loaded with coconuts and fedoras, mangoes and little paper
umbrellas, and is fueled by layers of molten punk-edged jazz-licked exotica-teased sound.
fez
first appeared cresting a howling moon horizon as if they'd been tramping the globe
forever and just decided to stop in to civilization for some refreshment. Hop aboard and
you, too, will experience the wonders of this world (and possibly a few others). Call it
surf, call it insanity without the social constraints- just call your friends and sidle up
to a palm tree to feast your ears on the thinking man's surf band. It's volcanic- it's fez!
