Is it a compliment to say that something is competent? Hmmm. Maybe not. In that case, this record contains two songs worth of ultra-competent surf. Put it this way: If you close your eyes and listen, you might not be able to picture a bunch of demons surfing the ocean triumphantly with the full moon at their back (if you open your eyes and look at the cover, you’re cheating), but you might get a glimmer of an image of a not-too-rotten zombie paddling his board lackadaisically across Lake Michigan or something. And that’s kind of okay too, right?