Martin Packwood's “Beach Street Boogie”
- GRAHAM
- Jun 3
- 2 min read

There’s a certain kind of magic in instrumental music when it captures not just sound, but place. In “Beach Street Boogie,” UK guitarist and composer Martin Packwood bottles the energy of Felixstowe’s most eclectic hangout spot and lets it rip through six strings. Born in Birmingham and now based in this coastal town, Packwood has long been known for his emotive instrumental voice—a hybrid of rock’s grit, jazz’s cleverness, and classical composition’s depth. But with this latest release, he shifts gears, trading melancholy for pure, unadulterated fun.
The track opens with a swaggering riff that saunters in like it owns the boardwalk. Within seconds, the groove takes hold—tight, punchy, and impossible to ignore. You hear “Beach Street Boogie” and feel it in your bones. It’s music meant to move to, bursting with danceable rhythms and a contagious energy that mirrors the lively chaos of Beach Street itself—a community built from repurposed shipping containers, splashed with color, buzzing with life. Packwood nods to his surroundings and celebrates them.
What’s most impressive here is Packwood’s control of tone and tempo. His guitar tone is clean but full of bite, exuding charisma without slipping into showboating. His solos twist and climb, almost conversational, like he's swapping jokes with the rhythm section. The track leans into classic rock attitude, yet it’s laced with enough funk and jazzy precision to keep things fresh. There’s no need for vocals when the guitar speaks this fluently—it’s storytelling through phrasing, mood, and momentum.
As the boogie builds, layers of instrumentation emerge like lights flicking on one by one in a nighttime street scene. A slick bass line locks in with sharp, almost syncopated drumming, giving the track a bouncy, propulsive energy. It’s music with a pulse, a life of its own. There’s something incredibly cinematic about it too—you can almost see the silhouettes of dancers, smell the smoky grills, hear the chatter of the crowd, all while Packwood’s guitar riffs snake through the scene like a narrator with a wink.
With “Beach Street Boogie,” Martin Packwood reaffirms his place as a master of the wordless narrative. This is a soundscape, a tribute, and a party invitation all in one. It takes a seasoned artist to make a track that grooves this hard while still sounding smart, sharp, and deeply personal. If this is the vibe Felixstowe’s Beach Street offers, then Packwood has given the rest of us a ticket to join the party—no passport required.
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