Inspired by the Pixies, Surfer Rosso transports to the technicolor dreamscape of the summer of ‘88.\nNeon wetsuits flashed in the surf as the radio asked, “Where is my mind?” In the small stretch between 54th and 56th streets of Echo Beach lingered a day-glo daze. Palms swayed under the turmeric sun. Agua fresca and fresh fruit squeezed with lime were carted up and down sand-streaked streets as cool ocean breezes cut through the air, heavy with salt and ripe hibiscus. The crisp snap of a can; refreshing as a deep ocean plunge.