It’s unclear if we’ll ever go another summer without listening to The Aquadolls. All signs point to “no.” Certainly, for the current, nearly-over summer, our ears unquestionably belonged to The Aquadolls. You might even say we’re stoked on The Aquadolls and their criminally-catchy EP, “Stoked On You.”
Sometimes we’ve wondered what the Ramones would have sounded like if they formed forty years later, on the West Coast instead of Queens, if half of them had gender-reassignment surgery, and if they never, ever sniffed glue but always, always smoked pot. After living in The Aquadolls’ world this summer, we don’t wonder any more.
Summer’s almost gone. Ain’t no cure for the summertime blues. It’s a cruel, cruel summer. Summer lovin’ – happened so fast.
Summer breeze makes me feel fine. Summer turns me upside down. And when the rain beats against my window pane, I’ll think of summer days again. And babe, don’t you know it’s a pity that the days can’t be like the nights in the summer, in the city. The sun is my disgrace – boiling heat, summer stench. Helter Skelter in a summer swelter. I see the girls walk by dressed in their summer clothes. My Shangri-La beneath the summer moon, I will return again, sure as the dust that floats high in June, when movin’ through Kashmir. Throw roses in the rain, waste your summer praying in vain.
Spending warm summer days indoors, writing frightening verse to a buck-toothed girl in Luxembourg. It is the summer of my smiles – flee from me, Keepers of the Gloom. Madman drummers, bummers and Indians in the summer with a teenage diplomat. I’ll leave you when the summertime, leave you when the summer comes a-rollin’, leave you when the summer comes along. A four of fish and finger pies in summer. 1989, the number, another summer – get down.
She’s a summer love in the spring, fall and winter. Floating in the summer sky, ninety nine red balloons go by. Blood in my love in the terrible summer. On a warm summer’s evening, on a train bound for nowhere. Your voice is soft like summer rain. Won’t be long till the summer comes, now that the boys are here again. No summer’s high, no warm July, no harvest moon to light one tender August night. If the summer changed to winter, yours is no disgrace.
Summer’s going fast, nights growing colder, children growing up – old friends growing older. Sailing on a summer breeze and skipping over the ocean like a stone. We’ll all be gone for the summer – we’re on surfari to stay. I slink down the alley lookin’ for a fight, howlin’ to the moonlight on a hot summer night. Cause summer’s here, and the time is right for fighting in the street, oh boy. We’ll find happiness together in the summer skies of love.
The “Stoked On You” EP by The Aquadolls is available at their Bandcamp site.
“Summer night–
even the stars
are whispering to each other.”
― Kobayashi Issa
Revolt of the Apes 
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