Something For The Weekend: Nada Surf
I first found Nada Surf the way a lot of people did: through Popular.
If you were twenty around then, it hit in the middle of a great run of indie songs like Where It’s At, 1979, The Distance, and Santa Monica.
For those who’ve never heard it (seriously?), it is a high-school breakup story told like a note being passed in class. The lyrics read like a “how to be popular” rulebook, but underneath the smarts and sneer is pure teenage betrayal.
Popular is a great song and it was everywhere. Heavy rotation on college radio, and Triple J if you were in Australia like I was. MTV, too.
And then the world did what it does too often. It moved on. Folded the corner of the page and didn’t come back.
For a while I filed Nada Surf away as one of those bands you only ever talk about in the past tense.
Until I didn’t.
Years later, I was working at Warner Music and they re-entered my life in the best possible way: a new album.
Let Go.
The origin story matters because it wasn’t a comeback in the usual sense. It was a band returning after Elektra refused to release their sophomore record, The Proximity Effect, and dropped them because it didn’t have another Popular.
Side note, they would find a home for that album on one or Elektra’s sister labels, which is both reassuring and completely insane. Major-label group nonsense, in its purest form.
Anyway, Let Go became the one that stuck.
It’s one of my favourite albums, full stop. Start to finish, I’ve played it more times than I’d like to count.
And then there’s Inside of Love, which I think is close to a perfect song. So perfect that I am sure it is what Natalie Portman was talking about when she told Zach Braff “this song will change your life” in Garden State.
It’s a love song, but not the Hollywood version. It’s about the loneliness that can exist inside closeness. The ache of standing right next to the thing and still feeling outside it.
Everything about it is perfect.
From there, my relationship with the band deepened the way these things do: song by song, until I realised I wasn’t a casual admirer anymore.
I was in.
Blizzard of ’77, Hi-Speed Soul, Looking Through, Hyperspace, Something I Should Do, Beautiful Beat, Killian’s Red, Blonde on Blonde, Always Love, So Much Love, The Way You Wear Your Head, Blankest Year.
The catalogue stretches, finding new angles on core themes: love, tenderness, distance, loss, self-correction, being human.
There’s light and dark.
Loudness and quiet.
Heaviness and play.
What I love about Nada Surf is how consistent they are at making songs that don’t sound the same. They’re not chasing relevance. They’re not trying to dominate the conversation. They just keep making music that holds up across different versions of ourselves. Different cities. Different jobs. Different relationships.
And seeing them live hits too.
I stood front of stage at Pumpehuset in Copenhagen seeing them live. And in a perfect overlap, I was lucky enough to meet Matthew and Daniel.
This is usually where meeting artists can get weird. But it wasn’t like that. It was easy. They were present. Kind. Actually engaged.
It made me understand why people say you should meet your heroes, provided you pick the right ones.
Matthew, especially, has shown a rare type of kindness. The detail I keep coming back to is small but it matters to me: a heart for one of my daughter’s first recordings posted on social media. It’s nothing, technically. It’s also not nothing. It’s a gesture with no obligation attached, from someone whose work has been part of my life for years.
Nada Surf has always had that quality. They make beautiful things that keep finding you.
I started with Popular because that’s where it began for me.
But the real story is everything that has followed. The records that got better and broader. The songs that stayed.
And, Inside of Love. Always.
Trust me. That one will change your life.




Absolutely love this album. Saw them play it at Brownie’s in the EV.