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The Riptide Rats’ “Dunes”: Sweden’s Surf-Western Outlaws Drop a Twangy Time Machine
Hey, grease monkeys and desert drifters! Strap on your boots and dust off your cowboy hats — The Riptide Rats are back, and they’ve just uncorked a bottle of pure, unadulterated Swedish surf-western chaos. Their new single, “Dunes,” hit the digital saloon, and let me tell ya, it’s the kind of track that’d make Clint Eastwood nod in approval while tuning a reverb-drenched Fender.
Hailing from Kungsbacka City, Sweden, this instrumental trio is like Tarantino’s wet dream meets Dick Dale on a tequila bender. Comprised of Gustav Wilhelmsson (guitars), Fredrik Wallgren (drums), and Jocke Olsson (bass) — veterans of The Lunatones and The Chuck Norris Experiment — these Rats don’t just play music. They stage heists. And “Dunes”? Consider it their latest loot: a sunbaked, sand-in-your-teeth anthem that’s equal parts surf shred, rockabilly rumble, and Spaghetti Western swagger.
Now, let’s rewind. Remember their 2023 debut vinyl, The Eastwood EP? Released via Spain’s Ghost Highway Recordings on Halloween? That thing was a love letter to leather-clad riffs and tumbleweed twang. Then came The Shed Sessions — a digital series rawer than a fresh cactus wound. But “Dunes” cranks it up. This isn’t just a song; it’s a desert mirage with a backbeat. Close your eyes, and you’re suddenly duel-ready, squinting at a horizon where Ennio Morricone fist-bumps Link Wray.
The Rats’ motto? “If it makes your feet stomp, we’ll play it.” And stomp you will. “Dunes” gallops like a stallion on nitro, Gustav’s guitar slicing through the mix like a switchblade, Jocke’s bassline rumbling like a distant thunderstorm, and Fredrik’s drums punching harder than a saloon brawl. No vocals? Who needs ’em when the music’s this alive?
The Riptide Rats? This is music for leather jackets, open highways, and dive bars where the whiskey’s cheap and the jukebox hasn’t been updated since ’69. Their upcoming 2025 album (all instrumental, all attitude) promises more surf, more twang, and more reasons to grow a handlebar mustache.
The Riptide Rats aren’t here to reinvent the wheel — they’re here to set it on fire and roll it down a sand dune. “Dunes” is a raucous, reverb-soaked reminder that rock ’n’ roll doesn’t need words to tell a story. It needs heart, sweat, and a little dirt under the nails. So, crank it loud, let your hips swivel, and pretend you’re the outlaw your mom warned you about.
“Yeehaw” never sounded this Nordic.
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P.S. If this doesn’t make you air-guitar into the sunset, check your pulse. 
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