Some guitarists play. Some transcend. Then there’s Alex—an artist who doesn’t just ride the surf rock wave, he bends it to his will. A true six-string savant with a mind that seems permanently tuned to another frequency, Alex’s music is equal parts vintage reverb-soaked nostalgia and forward-thinking sonic experimentation.

His latest album is a deep dive into his eclectic influences, swirling together the sun-drenched twang of classic surf rock, the raw pulse of garage psych, and the kind of fretwork that feels closer to cosmic channeling than conventional technique. His playing isn’t just fast or intricate—it’s untethered, an auditory illusion that warps time and space. That’s the thing about Alex: he doesn’t just hear music, he sees it.

For years, fans and fellow musicians alike have whispered about his otherworldly ability—his so-called four-dimensional sight, a gift that lets him navigate soundscapes like a lucid dreamer steering through the ether. It’s the only way to explain how he pulls hooks from the void, how his solos unfold like transmissions from some sunburnt future.

Now, with his most ambitious release yet, Alex is proving that surf rock isn’t just a relic of the past—it’s a living, evolving art form. If Dick Dale surfed the waves, Alex is out here bending the tides. And from the sound of it, he’s only just getting started.