Some surf films mellow with age. This one still goes off just as hard.
More than ten years on, Galactik Tracks still slaps — unpredictable, psychedelic, and loaded with some of the loosest, most inspired free-surfing ever captured in the Ments. And now, we’ve re-released the film in all its cosmic, chaotic glory. If you missed it the first time, welcome to the cult classic you never knew you needed. If you were there for its original orbit, this is your chance to relive the moment a regular Ments run detonated into something far stranger — and far better.
Back then, the pitch was simple: jump on a boat, chase swell, film whatever happens. But as we wrote when teeing up the re-release, what kicked off as a stock-standard Ments mission ‘turned into one of the most iconic surf adventures ever captured.’
The crew set the tone immediately. Rasta, Ozzie, Ando, Dingo, Ry, Morat, and Benny — a roll call of creative misfits who’d all drifted from the contest grind and just wanted to chase waves around the globe. A boat stacked with style merchants and line-drawing freaks. No jerseys. No heats. Just a dozen days to score while aboard the Mangalui.
When the Sky Turned Green
Somewhere out there, between Padang and the edges of sanity, the entire horizon erupted in a bright, neon-green flash. Everyone saw it. Nobody could explain it. Call it cosmic interference or a blessing from the surf gods — but from that moment on, the trip felt touched by something otherworldly.
The crew shredded Thunders, Roxy’s, and Macaronis like a pack of frothing groms. Stacking clips in their usual fashion. But the real magic, which turned this film from an A to an A** was still ahead.
Finding the Wave That Shouldn’t Exist
Fuelled by the charts, a hunch, and whatever that green flash meant, the crew, guided by boat captain Matty Cruden, sailed for days in search of a mystical right hander that felt hallucinated into existence.
After days of binge watching underbelly, playing tunes on Ozzy’s uke and experimenting with their creative sides by drawing portraits of each other, the crew eventually reached their destination. The arrival was anti-climactic, the waves looked sub-par and the pros were restless. But eventually it turned on.
For two days straight they scored 10-foot plus, ruler-edged tubes without a soul in sight. While big Indo days aren’t rare, it was the isolation, the journey and the randomness of the call which made the trip so special.
That stretch — those few golden days — is the soul of Galactik Tracks.
Back on Your Screens — And Beyond
With this re-release, we’re giving the film a second life. No tweaks. No polish. Just the raw, cosmic chaos that made Galactik Tracks a cult favourite in the first place.
And because the trip wasn’t just surf but art, expression, and creativity, we’ve also rolled out a small run of Galactik Tracks tees featuring Ozzie’s original artwork on the back — the same trippy, hand-drawn style that helped define the film’s visual universe. A little slice of the journey you can actually wear.
Hit play. Let the trip take hold. If you want to carry a piece of that cosmic energy with you, grab one of the tees before they drift into another dimension.
