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Friday, 16 October 2009

Live Reviews - Openroom and pals, Flamboyant Bella and chums

A couple of live reviews here from Southampton Joiners, one of my favourite little venues.

Previously published on mINtSOUTH.com in August 2009
Words - Suzy Sims
Editor - Rob Ball
(c) mINtSOUTH.com

OPENROOM, A STRANGER IN MOSCOW, FOREVER WEDNESDAY + SELECT YOUR DISGUISE @ SOUTHAMPTON JOINERS 31/07/2009

It’s not often a review starts with a thank you. Big up to the staff at the Joiners who discovered my mobile on the floor after the Openroom gig and who kindly kept it until I could pick it up. I’m very grateful. All my review notes were on there. It would have been no big loss to the world of music journalism had they been lost, but sans phone I wouldn’t have been able to sneakily check Facebook while at work. That would have been terrible. So thank you, Joiners.

The Friday night partygoers were out in force, glowsticks in hand, ready for a night of running around in circles and pushing each other in front of the stage. First on were Select Your Disguise. I’m convinced they only actually played a couple of songs as their tunes lasted about four years apiece. Like all good epics, they were passionate and full of variety, switching between pop punk and some metal. The singer was clad in a yellow t shirt advising KETAMINE – JUST SAY NEIGH. SYD were full of vitality and energy and the crowd demonstrated their approval with a Can-Can.

Next up came Farnham's Forever Wednesday, a band who appeared to have forgotten to lend the drummer their hair straighteners before going onstage. No matter; he was kept at the back. The Wed had a fuller sound that was played relentlessly, all full of galloping charges and dramatic echoes. There’s a bit of light entertainment with a cover of the Fresh Prince Of Bel Air theme and everyone is invited onstage at the end.

The tones became darker again as A Stranger In Moscow appeared. Sound-wise, they were far bleaker than the previous two acts. There is a sense of urgency about them, in the dark instrumental breaks and whistling wind noises. The music plays on and on and on, almost bringing you into a trance. It's not all doom and gloom however, as A Stranger In Moscow wished happy birthday to a lucky gel in the front row; just like the bands before did, and just like the headliners would. The crowd continues to jump and mintsouth's snapper almost loses his lens to a stray elbow. It's that sort of night.

After the darkness and the brash punk pop, it was something of a light surprise to hear the warm indie dance of Openroom. The violence in the mosh pit is briefly forgotten as everyone bounces happily, encouraged by the frantic beats and keys. There are a few technical problems but all keep on singing. Big tunes and delicious hooks make Openroom a popular choice for headliner. They’re certainly one of the best acts in Southampton at present. At the end, one by one, the crowd start clambering onto the stage while a lone security guard waves ineffectually for them to get off. Stage invasions to Openroom – an ideal way to start your weekend.

Select Your Disguise
Forever Wednesday -
A Stranger In Moscow -
Openroom

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FLAMBOYANT BELLA, FRESH LEGS, 10P SHORT, + ECHO CHAMBER @ SOUTHAMPTON JOINERS 23/08/2009

There was a very young crowd at the Joiners for Flamboyant Bella. VERY young. When I walked in, the average age shot up to around 20, and I’m sadly way older than that. I was a bit worried I’d be kicked out for not having student ID, or a mother patiently waiting in the car to give me a lift home.

First onstage were Southampton pop makers Echo Chamber, recognisable to anyone who caught the Rumble Strips set at the Joiners earlier this year. I like Echo Chamber. They’re just so damn pleasant. Their bouncy melodies are just right for the close of the season; warm and fun but with enough bite to avoid that hazy sappiness you often get with ‘summer’ songs.

The vocals were a bit muffled, the white shirted drummer looked like he had just come from a job interview at a bank and the harmonica goes missing at one point, but they are thoroughly enjoyable and the hook to ‘The Hounded’ really scampers round your head and it impossible to shake.

The next support were Short of 10p. Short of ten pence, they were also short of style, songs and a decent name. The band members look like they’d been plucked at random from shoppers at the Tesco Express and they keep gurning and bobbing their heads which makes me want to throw something. I won’t deny they can play their instruments well and tunefully and have a much fuller, stronger sound than Echo Chamber, but their boy band harmonies are a bit naff, they start plugging their merchandise after the second song (£5 for a CD is a tad optimistic – people were paying less than that for ‘In Rainbows’ for christs sake) and getting the audience to join in on a singalong takes some balls when no-one knows who you are.

The final song would not have been out of place on an American teen movie soundtrack. You know, on the bit where there’s some sort of party at a mansion and the girl is driving there in the rain to fall into the arms of some hunk. Or that’s the image it evoked. There’s also a weedy ballad and another reminder to buy some merch. I’m sorry boys, I just wasn’t feeling it.

Also with a bit of a crap name are Fresh Legs, but the band let the music speak for themselves instead. They’re quite similar to Johnny Foreigner or Hot Club de Paris in the jerky and yelping department but with a more rewarding sound overall, and the songs are as fresh to the ears as the name promises. Front-woman Ella has a voice which alternates between cute and belting and the perfect detached stare you need to own the stage. Tonight she’s rocking the Fifties glamour swimwear look, while the lads are in checked shirts, arms aloft and shouting at various intervals.

They admit to being nervous in the presence of Flamboyant Bella (whose members are dancing in the crowd) but it doesn’t come across and the Legs sound very self-assured and powerful. ‘Chess’, ‘Castle’ and ‘House’ get outings, and it’s a captivating set.

Flamboyant Bella are very proud of themselves, and they have every right to be. “This is our last unsigned gig,”announces belle Flo Kirton to applause. The band are visibly thrilled to be signing their record deal on Tuesday – “Bloody brilliant!” exclaims Flo throughout the night, whenever she’s referring to the step up in their career, the crowd, the Joiners, the support acts, and pretty much everything else.

“Innocent flirtation never hurt nobody,” they sing, and this sums up the band well. Pretty, cheerful and enthusiastic, Flambo, -as everyone calls them - are near impossible to dislike. Flo is in a shimmering black top which catches the light, while other vocalist and synth magician James McBreen has gone for the polka dot Hot Chip look.

The set gets rowdier and rowdier as it goes on, including ‘Touch’, next single ‘Get A Reaction’, and closing with ‘Absolutely Wankered.’ Not many people in the crowd are that inebriated due to not being the right age to buy their own drinks, but the sentiment is appreciated. Flambo put on a good show and I’d like to see more of them. I’m sure I will.

http://www.flamboyantbella.com/
http://www.myspace.com/thosefreshlegs
http://www.myspace.com/echochambertheband

Wednesday, 24 June 2009

Live Review - Dan Black, Installation, Overreact

Previously published on mintsouth.com in May 2009
Words - Suzy Sims
Editor - Rob Ball
(c) mintsouth

DAN BLACK, INSTALLATION + OVERREACT @ SOUTHAMPTON JOINERS 05/05/09


“I was dreaming when I saw you,” Dan Black sings on ‘Alone’. Similarly I really enjoyed this gig, despite daydreaming through the bright lush sounds which surrounded me throughout.

First onstage is some pop punk in primary colours courtesy of Overreact - a name which makes you think of the media’s reaction to swine flu, in a roundabout way. With the jerky melodies and excessive fringe, they really are similar to a young Johnny Foreigner and there’s also a touch of The Rakes to their music. With badges stretching down their guitar straps, the band puzzle onstage over how they made it onto this line up. The music might be a tad different the headliner but it’s enjoyably scrappy and the band show a lot of promise, particularly during the indie dance tracks.

Next onstage, Installation are greeted by their friends with cheers of “Oi oi!” Opening with a hooping synth, the band have a fascinating mix of songs, samples and drum and bass, with possible reactions alternating between dancing like an ape or lying on the floor looking at the stars. You know at music festivals when it’s 3am, everyone’s in bed and everything is closed apart from that one tent pumping out trippy grooves? Their set was like this.

Singer Gav Brook was in a camouflage jacket so I kept losing him amongst the foliage on stage (/sarcasm). There is heaps of energetic bass, funky samples, strong rapping and beautiful female vocals (courtesy of Laura Wolfe) gliding across the top, giving a strange, otherworldly feeling. Something a bit different, and very atmospheric.

The headliner tonight is Dan Black, a crisply suited man whose stiff dancing is given a warm glow by the cerise and lemon neon ‘DB’ panels behind. Previously known as the singer and guitarist in The Servant, Black has now stepped out on his own to bring his electro to the country. He’s a fascinating frontman.

It’s glorious dirty pop with a powerful kick, absolutely bursting with life. Songs we get tonight include ‘Alone’, ‘U + Me’, ‘Ecstatsy’ and as well as plenty of others from debut album ’Un’. The lads in the crowd demand an encore. “We haven’t got any more songs!” Black laughs. They’re not all pumping, psyching synth beats either; unexpectedly there are some quite sweet and laidback tunes in there.

One of the band is playing a mini keyboard, and a bloke in the crowd makes a grab for the tambourine but splatters his drink across the floor. “You fucked your beer up,” notes Black with a smile. “But you got a tambourine out of it. It’s kind of a trade off.” He deals with the crowd very easily. At the end he thanks all of us, “especially the dancing men.”

It might be more suited to a Saturday night, but Dan Black’s neon pop can still get the crowd dancing any day of the week.

http://www.myspace.com/overreact
http://www.myspace.com/installationband
http://www.danblacksound.com

Live Review - Rolo Tomassi, Grammatics, Pulled Apart By Horses

What. A. Line. Up. I begged for this gig because I really wanted to see PABH. I'd even bought one of their t shirts, though I didn't wear it on the night because it would have comfortably accommodated me and about three other people. Damn crazy t shirt sizes.

Previously published on mintsouth.com in May 09
Words - Suzy Sims
Editor - Rob Ball
(c) mintsouth

ROLO TOMASSI, GRAMMATICS + PULLED APART BY HORSES @ SOUTHAMPTON JOINERS 02/05/2009

You have to expect the unexpected with Rolo Tomassi, that’s all I can say. The nice sounding name reminds me of sweets and treacle, though the band is actually named after a character from LA Confidential. However if you come to one of their gigs expecting sweet confectionary, you’re certainly in for a rude awakening.

First onstage were Pulled Apart By Horses, the band I was most looking forward to tonight. I have something of a soft spot for the Leeds scene, and PABH’s singles promised raw and brash tunage. The very first note set the whole floor quivering and the band emerged from beneath their hair to provide incendiary rock. Singer Tom Hudson, clad in a bright yellow shirt, takes the mic and calmly plants it in the middle of the venue, splitting the crowd in two. Guitarist James Brown does a musical Spiderman onto the ledge in the corner and later mouths ‘I love you’ at one of Rolo Tomassi, who come to the rescue when the bass suffers technical difficulties.

Songs tonight include ‘Meat Balloon’, ‘The Crapsons’, ‘I Punched A Lion In The Throat’ and ‘High Five Swan Dive Nose Dive’. If that’s sounding a bit heavy, the band also throw in a smattering of high fives for everyone and offer their favourite Sonic The Hedgehog cheats.

The final song sees the lads in the crowd swarm straight for Hudson, smothering him and his guitar in a bear hug. As the band say tongue-in-cheek in ‘Meat Balloon’, it was awesome, radical, and totally bodacious. Dude.

It was something of a nice breather to have Grammatics back at the Joiners and sandwiched between the two loudest acts. Also from Leeds, singer Owen Brinley, wearing a necklace made from shells, announced the band had “missed like five hours of Come Dine With Me tonight, so count yourselves fucking lucky” they’re here. Emilia Ergin’s powerful cello can leave an audience spellbound and silent and the band’s quirky, jump nature is an enjoyable break from the ear-bashing.

The band was here recently supporting Red Light Company and judging from the number in the crowd singing along to their album tracks, they were definitely worth coming back for. Grammatics have a cool and melodramatic touch to them, but they certainly punked up the last few minutes of their set. Songs tonight included ‘The Vague Archive’, ‘D.I.L.E.M.M.A’ and ‘Shadow Committee’.

After a short break for the onstage changeover, Rolo Tomassi introduced themselves with expectant stares and some feedback that was at exactly the right frequency to melt the wax from your ears. Formed in Sheffield in 2005, Rolo Tomassi have gone on to develop a reputation for powerful live shows, which won them a spot at last year’s Download. They also stopped off at SXSW a few months ago.

The band is fronted by the attractive demon that is Eva Spence, a wide-eyed and charming love who looks peaceful but is quite clearly possessed by something evil. When she opens her mouth you are never quite sure if you will be greeting by sweet and soft tones, or a throaty roar of fire, a la Arch Enemy’s Angela Gossow.

The tunes are unpredictable in places, switching between what sound slightly like jazz lullabies and thrash synth metal. The setlist tonight included ‘Film Noir’, ‘Seagull’, ‘Abraxus’, ‘Oh, Hello Ghost’ and ‘I Love Turbulence’. At the end of ‘Curby’ the bassist is crowdsurfing, the guys in the mosh pit look knackered and there is a sharp odour of sweat in the air. “What a band!” yells one bloke. “What. A. Fucking. Band.” The devil certainly has the best tunes; and the loudest.

http://www.pulledapartbyhorses.com
http://www.grammatics.co.uk
http://www.myspace.com/rolotomassi

Monday, 26 May 2008

Gig Review - Kid Carpet @ Joiners

Kid Carpet = some sort of legend.

Words - Suzy Sims
Previously published on Native.tv http://www.native.tv in July 2007
(c) Niche News & Publishing Ltd

Kid Carpet / Birdpen / INTRODUCING:Emergency/Music / SHEGOTSiCK
@ Southampton Joiners

I remember fondly the previous time I saw Kid Carpet. We turned up to see the Go! Team play at Southampton University. On walking into the room we saw a small man onstage in the distance. He was playing some kind of hip hop with Fisher Price toys. “Fuck’s this?” we said. “You have to be a student to like this kind of stuff.” We’re not, and it means we could gaze with superiority at the other people in the room.

Two songs later and we were down the front, dancing and laughing as the man in the black Kid Carpet t shirt threw shapes and played songs about shoes and carrier bags. I had high hopes for tonight at Southampton Joiners, I really did.

You can tell it’s experimental night when bands start playing around with their spelling and punctuation.

First onstage were SHEGOTSiCK. Sadly due to the fact I am incapable of turning up to anything on time, as The Boss laments every morning at Native Towers, we arrived as they were finishing, so I can’t tell you anything about them, apart from that they are from Portsmouth and their MySpace would probably trigger an epileptic fit.

INTRODUCING:Emergency/Music had a lively half an hour with some marker pens before coming on stage. Barechested and covered with symbols which look marginally like they’ve come from ‘Close Encounters Of The Third Kind’ the band play an excitable kind of electronic funk featuring plenty of staccato saxophones, a bass dancing lightheartedly and some manic headshaking from the person on the right who looks like they’re wearing about four different charity shop outfits all at once. One of the musician’s hat drops off, and (is it the same one?) one has a tendency to leap offstage and crash around the first few rows of the bemused crowd, ploughing into them and playing on like nothing has happened. They’re quite good fun, but the more experimental phases can be hard-going, and if it wasn’t for the insane man moshing with his guitar and the frantically prancing bass, I’m not sure they’d be anything special.

Next up is Birdpen, and it’s major change of direction. They dryly announce themselves as “the token indie band” and the first song is entitled ‘Round Of Applause For A Great Disaster’. Yes, but do you clap when they get to the end? Or does that imply said song is indeed a disaster? In the end, a few songs seemed to overlap each other, thankfully ending that problem. The guitars are roaring and there’s a heavy feel of suspense to their setlist, which is along the lines of Editors and Kasabian. They’re a very good band, although stand out for being possibly the most normal on the running order.

Up steps Kid Carpet. Gone is the t shirt with his name on it, here is one with a picture of tweenagers’ favourite bunny, Miffy. It’s a slow start as he ‘gets into the zone’, but repeated pressings of the ‘BRISTOL!’ call to arms launches ‘Bristol Carpet Factory’, one of the shortest but strangely powerful tracks from album ‘Ideas And Oh Dears’. It’s fun, it’s funky.

If you haven’t heard his music before, you should give it a go. To be honest, I think Kid Carpet sounds better live than on record, I think it’s the sexy basslines thumping away and his hilarious stage presence. While waiting for one keyboard programme to load up, he treats us to a story about Barry Manilow. Realising the keyboard is taking longer than expected, he starts to stretch out the story of Baaaaaaarry… Maaaaaaniloooooow… He’s really into his dancing, throwing shapes and concentrating so hard. Kid Carpet also has some friendly and cheery chat going on between songs which makes everyone warm to him.

We see the remains of a plastic guitar, which was apparently treated to a free ‘guitar-shortening service’ on a Ryanair flight to Dublin. There’s a distortion microphone which makes him sound like a pilot underwater. There are sample, cute keyboard noises and some real hardcore hip hop hidden under the twee sounds. Songs tonight include ‘Your Love’, ‘The Kid’s Back’, ‘Employee Of The Month’, ‘Make It Look Good’, ‘Carrier Bag’, livened up with weather symbols (this song contains one of my favourite lyrics: “In a carrier bag / where you put all your doubts / And your coat”) Someone calls for ‘Jump’ quite early on, but is told that Van Halen appeared at his door brandishing a big stick. It still got played though.

Strangely no-one is dancing, but I’m guessing this is just down to the good old Southerners’ welcome, which is just standing and nodding and smiling occasionally, whatever is being played. I’ll give the crowd credit, there was plenty of whooping and throaty ‘Yeeeeah!’ when certain songs came on, and everyone clapped heartily and laughed a lot.

At a gig earlier this year, Kid Carpet had a toy guitar and a Furby stolen by a tramp. Let’s all club together and get him some more toys to see what he can come up with. He’s a great live act and certainly worthy of a trip or two to see.

Kid Carpet

Interview - Mexicolas

The opening to this is completely true. I stood outside the gig venue and phoned the tour manager about the interview which the PR had organised, only to find the PR hadn't really done a lot of organising. Either that or someone hadn't read their emails saying I was turning up. Whatever, it reminded me of the times I used to go street teaming where you were told to arrive stupidly early and the band would take pity on you and ensure you got some of their dinner, which was usually pasta or ratatouille; something tomato-based which didn't involve too much cooking. And their crew guy really did sound like Zippy. Their tour manager, the lovely Steve, told me to tell everyone how nice they were for looking after me instead of sending me away. So there you are. Mexicolas - hard working, and generous with food. A great mix.

Words - Suzy Sims
Previously published on Native.tv http://www.native.tv in July 2007
(c) Niche News & Publishing Ltd

MEXICOLAS

Surprise! Something went a little awry in the organising of this interview. Mexicolas had no idea I was turning up until I was stood outside Southampton Joiners. Instead of hiding under the tables and pretending to be out, like any normal band would, they’ve invited me in to eat their food and listen to crew members impersonating Zippy from Rainbow. Then it's time to duck down the steep stairs, past the graffitied walls and into the cosy backstage/underfloor area.

The Mexicolas are sitting in front of me on possibly the lowest sofa in the world. I tried to sit on it and fell halfway to oblivion. There’s drummer Tim Trotter on the left, bassist Del Carter in the middle and singer/guitarist Jamie Evans on the right.

“Don’t you think he looks like Nick Knowles?” interrupts Jamie, indicating the bassist to his side. “DIY SOS. But slightly more handsomerer.” Er, slightly different hair.

“Slightly different face,” points out Del. Does that mean at the end of the night you’ll be rearranging furniture, putting a few shelves up? “Oh yeah. It’ll be rearranged…”

Mexicolas play explosive and furious rock and are steadily building up a reputation as a more than decent live act. They’ve been rocking for the past three years or so. Now living and rehearsing in a Birmingham warehouse studio, Tim says they formed in April 2004 with “a dictaphone and acoustic guitar, just a handful of sketchy ideas. And then we gradually got some gear, moved into the studio and Del joined us 18 months ago.”

“What date was it Del?” someone shouts.

“Monday October 24th,” replies the bassist they call Mr Stat Man, or so Jamie informs me. What was the weather like? “Well it was actually pouring it down with rain.”

There’s lots of talking all at once.
“You were wearing that disgusting purple…”
“…sleeping bag coat…”
“We went to the Embassy Club…”
”…and you still pulled!”

“So yeah, we’d written some songs,” continues Tim. “And it was almost like a sort of a project really. We were signed to the label and they just said take your time and do what you wanna do and just sort of find yourselves. We did a few gigs, and then as I say Del joined and that’s when we really sort of became a band, and it’s all sort of history from there really isn’t it?”

As for previous jobs, all three band members have a long list. Mexicolas have been going full time for the last year and a bit. Del gets listing: “Lifeguard, shelfstacker, driver, chauffeur, Penis Puppeteer –“

Ehh-errrr! He’s interrupted by the ‘wrong answer’ game show buzzer which Jamie has nicked out of a crew member’s bag, and everyone falls about.

“Selling t shirts at gigs… Penis Puppeteer…” Ehh-errrr! “Pub toilet cleaner. All sorts really.”

“All glamour,” comments Jamie, then he starts giggling uncontrollably. “Tell her that story when you were working and you shit yourself!” Ehh-errr!

Tim worked in instruments shops and did casual work. “My best one was working in a banana factory. That was really awesome.”
“Measuring the bends.”
“Did you get bitten by spiders?” asks Del with interest.
“No, I didn’t actually.” Did you keep stealing the produce? “No, I didn’t actually.”

“I haven’t worked a day in my life,” says Jamie. “I’m a gypsy warrior.” The others laugh. “I worked in a pizza place making pizzas and burgers, worked on Family Fortunes for a bit - Ehh-errr! – worked in a record shop, but mainly it was just gigging with loads of bands on the pub circuit.” Have you been in lots of bands before? “Yeah. Hundreds. Thousands.” There’s a fake American accent going on. “The road’s been very long! But we got to play on!”

Next question. Ever bought anything on eBay? Ehh-errr!

“I’m sorry, that slipped,” says Jamie, the picture of innocence.

“A lot of drum stuff basically. I buy a lot of stuff actually from the States,” says Tim. “How about you, Del? Del’s a bit of a technophobe, aren’t you?”

“He thinks that when computers are around him, they break down,” explains Jamie. “Woman and computers just crack up around him.”

“No, I’m just old-school. I don’t really have any use for computers much.”

“Well not since the police came and took it off him,” says Jamie. “I bought Stranglers memorabilia off eBay, I bought a guitar, some clothing, a pair of shoes, SpongeBob movie. I bought a Robert Smith from the Cure limited edition print, Stranglers badges.”

“He bought a Robert Smith picture –“

“I just said that.”

“- which was obviously just coloured in by a nine year old in the Eighties,” says Tim.

“Well it was limited, because they were limited by the amount of pens they had," moans Jamie. "I was kind of duped on that. One of a thousand, you know. Bollocks.”

Ever sold anything on eBay? “Can’t be arsed sending it in the post. Sod it. If they want it that bad, they can come and get it, can’t they,” says Jamie. When you’re touring the country you can just drop it off somewhere, surely.

“That’s a good idea!” says Tim.

The band are partway through the Shame Tour. Where have you played so far?

“Mostly up North so far. Manchester, Sheffield, Oldham, London.” So this is your first one Down South proper? “Arrr!” they say, neatly combining pirates and farmers in one syllable. You were here a couple of months ago, happy to be back?

“Yes. I like this dressing room,” says Jamie.

“For me, Southampton Joiners on the last tour was my favourite gig on the tour so yeah, very happy to be back,” says Del.

“What date was that when we played there?” asks Jamie.

“That was 15th March.”

“And what day was that, Del?”

“That was a Thursday,” replies Mr Stat Man.

“I’ll just shut this door, ‘cause the noise is just…” jokes Jamie, trying to drown out the soundchecking by closing a door, the sort which keep rabid dogs back in films. It's a metal grille and couldn't keep anything out. I could probably crawl through the gaps if I had the time and/or inclination.

“We’re really enjoying the tour. Being in a band is just about playing live you know, so it’s nice to just get out and make a lot of noise and win some new fans over,” says Del. Is there anywhere in particular you’re looking forward to playing?

“We’re really looking forward to Bristol ‘cause it’s kind of home to me and Del,” says Tim. “West Country Boys. Cardiff I’m looking forward to as well because I’ve never played Cardiff before in my life.”

“Looking forward to King Tut’s in Glasgow,” says Del in his cheerful, optimistic voice. “Once again that was a good gig, and you always get a good meal as well.” What day is that on? “Friday 27th.”

The Shame Tour is of course promoting their debut single of the same name. 'Shame' was out on July 16th, but I’m informed they didn’t take pictures of themselves stood next to it in HMV because that was just the digital release date. All three actually forgot it was out until they phoned each other.

“For this first single we decided to just keep it like 500 copies limited edition 7” vinyl and download only,” explains Jamie. “The main thing we wanna gain from the first single is touring, picking more fans up, start to get some radio play, which we got – XFM have backed it, and Kerrang! and some spot plays on Radio 1 as well. So it’s kind of like letting people in on the bigger picture.

“We’re a rock band and rock bands don’t do particularly well with singles, so it’s more geared around the album. The album’s out in February, so probably a couple more singles leading into that, a couple more tours, and such,” he says suddenly sparking into life.

What’s the single about? “It’s basically a little verbal bite back at somebody. People who like stirring the shit too much.” There’s a lot of people like that. “Oh there is, everyone knows one. Takes one to know one I suppose.”

“Not necessarily,” begins Tim. “Let’s talk through this…” Everyone laughs again. “This is like a therapy session.”

“['Shame' is] like a bitter bite back at the ones that love to hurt you,” finishes Jamie.

“It’s not a love song, put it that way,” Del pipes up.

“It’s not a love song at all.”

“There will be no love songs.”

“Not this time.”

What was the last CD you bought?

“Scott Matthews,” says Jamie. “What day was that on?”

“Well that was on a Friday,” replies Mr Stat Man.

“But what date?”

“Oh you got me there, I wasn’t really paying attention on that. End of June.”
Their manager points out they played a gig with Scott Matthews before. “Three years ago?” thinks Jamie. “Scott Matthews album, very good. We bought it with two coupons we got from a J20 tasting survey." Nice.

“The last album I bought was Army Of Anyone, which is the guitarist and bass player from Stone Temple Pilots,” says Tim. “A couple of good songs but I’m not really overly impressed. It’s a bit too American rawk whereas STP were just an awesome band.”

“They weren’t American,” points out Jamie.

“I’m still waiting for the new Crowded House and Jason Falkner, who is a brilliant songwriter,” Tim finishes.

Del confesses his mates usually download albums for him. “The last physical one I bought was Easy Star All Stars ‘Radiodread’.”

I ask what the band would like to achieve this year, if they have any goals or hopes. “Somehow, I’d like there to be some kind of filter invented that protects me from the smell these pair emit,” says Del, trapped on the sofa. He thinks of another achievement. “I’d like to still be alive. That’ll be a good one.”

“I’d personally love it if we did at least one gig overseas this year. That would be my goal,” says Tim. Their manager points out they’re playing Wales. “I don’t think that counts!” he says. “The Isle of Wight? That’s overseas.”

“I’d like to get a great support tour with a band and get to play for as many people as we can,” says Jamie. Any in particular? “dEUS? We couldn’t really tour with them, they’re too heavy. Velvet Revolver…”

“Even people like Kings of Leon, they’d be great. They’re quite current,” says Tim.

“I’d love to support Arcade Fire, but it would be a bit of a mismatch,” says Del.

“I mean, you’ve got to be realistic.”

“I’d also like to get divorced and see my kids more,” says Jamie.

“You don’t have to publish that,” says Tim.

“You do. The whole fucking album’s about it, man.” There’s a pause while everyone is caught up in Jamie’s personal gloom, before someone shouts “Next!”

Are Mexicolas playing any festivals this year? “No,” they laugh. OK. That was shorter than expected. Their manager points out they’re playing Cardiff Festival 24. “It’s similar to the Camden Crawl, but it’s based in Cardiff.”

“It’s a bit like Glastonbury or T in the Park, but nowhere near as big at all,” notes Tim in his laidback drawl.

“And it’s not really in a field, it’s in normal venues,” points out Del. “We’ll probably visit all the pubs and then play in the last one.” Is that a good idea? Are you not going to be a little tipsy?

“We’re a very professional outfit, you see,” says Tim. “We don’t do that before we play.”

Festival tips for anyone going to any this year?

“If you see us there, avoid us. Or embrace us,” says Jamie.

“Embrace us, with a warm pint of cider,” says Tim. “And take a pair of welly boots because you might need them for the mud or to piss in.”

Good advice from Mexicolas. At the gig that night, their manager gives me with several thousand badges, a few t shirts and enough postcards to paper the walls of Native Towers. I think it might be a bribe, but I take it all away for, ahem, research purposes. The band are pretty busy over the next few days on the tour - “We’ll be gigging, hopefully meeting some new fans and that. Reaching out, touching faith,” Jamie explains - but they're enthusiastic and looking forward to what lies ahead. Good luck to them.

Mexicolas release 'Shame' through Exile Records from July 16th.

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Monday, 28 January 2008

Interview - The Twang

As a new website, we were always promised band interviews, only to turn up and discover it wasn't the whole lot, it was the drummer / stand-in guitarist / bassist's cousin. This wasn't always bad though - I managed to get two of The Twang - the least scary ones - the week they'd achieved the NME front page and they seemed like normal lads, whereas most of the media had been making the whole band out to be pisshead yobs who you'd cross the road to avoid. I was particularly pleased with Matty's comment at the end that he'd enjoyed the whole ordeal. Shame it was ruined by my crap editing, but nowadays I have learnt you don't actually have to include everything which is said...



Words - Suzy Sims
Previously published on Native.tv http://www.native.tv/ in April 2007
(c) Niche News & Publishing Ltd


JON WATKIN AND MATTY CLINTON - THE TWANG

THE TWANG Phil Etheridge, Martin Saunders, Stu Hartland, Jon Watkin, Matt Clinton

I’m slightly deafened. The building three doors along has its security alarm blasting out and I think it can be heard across the Channel. I’m sat at a modest wooden table at Southampton's Joiners Arms with Jon Watkin and Matt Clinton of The Twang, who both shake my hand with a polite “Hello Suzy” before pulling up a chair each and setting down their pints.

Phil Etheridge, Twang vocalist, once told the BBC: “There's not that many lad bands around so I can see that the media are going to want to blow that up.” He wasn’t wrong. Currently The Twang are being made out to be something like samurai sword brandishing, alcohol-addicted hooligans, banned from playing most of their hometown of Birmingham, who speak only in swear words and might possibly help themselves to your car if they feel like it. Oh, and they like the Happy Mondays and they wear hoodies. The bastards.

In fact Matt and Jon look remarkably human. As far as rock stars go, they seem pretty normal, and just a wee bit tired. They’re dressed casually in zip up tops and jeans. Drummer Matt’s leaning on the wall to prevent himself falling face-first into a sleep on the table.

Time to start with an easy question. What's on your dream rider?

“It’s usually bread, meat, salad, loads of beer, bottle of brandy, two bottles of wine,” says Jon, easygoing and chatty bassist, indicating the top of the bar which is covered in bowls of said food.

“It’s gone before we’ve even practically gone on stage,” says Matt. Is that you or your support bands nicking it?“We do a rider pretty much every night,” says Jon. “But it doesn’t go far. 20-24 bottles between like seven, but when there’s other people there it’s not much.”

“My dream rider’s a crate of Magners,” says Matt. The tour manager’s already brought him over a bottle which he’s pouring out. Just for you or the whole band? “Just for me,” he says with a chuckle.

“A crate of Magners? What else?” asks Jon.

“Clic.”

“Champagne. He’s getting a taste for champagne, innit. Dream rider… I don’t know. Nothing I can talk about!” they laugh again.

Tell me about ‘Wide Awake’, the big swaggering and shimmering tune which needs to be blasted out loud to get the full effect.

“Wide Awake? I’m fucking practically asleep!” says Matt. It went in at no. 15 in the UK singles chart the other week. How happy are you with that?

“Good,” says Jon.

“It was wicked,” says Matt.

“It’s kind of weird doing some of these things ‘cause it’s all new to us like," says Jon. "Never had a single out before. We saw it in the shops the other day and we were like, we talked about doing that, and the other day it happened. 15… it’s good isn’t it? I had a bet with my mate. He was convinced it was going to go to number one. He bet me fifty quid it would. So he owes me fifty quid.”

“He owes me a tenner as well ‘cause I had a bet with him,” says Matt. I want to meet this man. I think I could get some spare cash off him.

“Yeah it’s good man. For your debut single, it’s pretty decent just to get in the charts. I mean how many bands are out there? Just to get in the charts is an achievement,” says Jon.

Do you think you were helped by the BBC Sound of 2007 poll? You were number two.

“Was we?” asks Matt in surprise. Yes! “I didn’t even know.”

“He doesn’t know anything,” laughs Jon. “He goes home and I meet up with his sister and his brother and they tap me for all the information ‘cause he don’t know anything!” His phone’s ringing and he apologises. You can get it if you want Jon. He says they’ll ring back in a minute. “Yeah it did well, it’s going down well live innit?”

“Yeah, it goes down really well live,” confirms Matt. “Everyone’s heard it.” It’s been on Radio 1 a lot. Jon’s phone’s ringing again, so he leaps up to get it.

Previous jobs. What other ones have you had? Too many to list, by the sound of things.

“I’ve probably had about fifty jobs since I left school. I just get the sack from all of them,” says Matt. What do you keep doing? Or can you not say? He grins and taps the question card on the table. “Yeah, I can say. I just kept going out on the lash and not turning up the next day.” You can do that in this job, that’s all right. “That’s why I’m falling asleep today,” he admits.

“Do what?” says Jon, sitting back down.

“I had a job packing garden forks,” says Matt. “I lasted two days.”

“His mum’s got a lovely garden fork though. What was the question on that one?” We update Jon and ask if he’s had any good ones (jobs, not forks).

“Er… not really. I was a – I was pretending to be a painter and decorator. It’s the only trade you can do and pretend to know what you’re doing and earn half-decent money.” Probably better paid than fork packing. “Fork packing. Sausage packing.”

“I think I was on about £4.50 an hour as well or something for it,” grumbles Matt.

“You did them meals, you liked that job didn’t you. Packing frozen meals.”

“I liked that job. I just used to eat them.”

“Never had to pay for any lunch.”

“Packing meals on wheels. Packing food into boxes,” says Matt. “Apparently I was the quickest though so I’m happy with that.”

“You’re a drummer. He was packing it like that,” laughs Jon, giving a quick demonstration. “Drumming techniques. The last job I had I worked in a shop and it was great. Good lads, we got on well. I went back to see them the other day. It was mad going back to where you worked ‘cause they’re all asking you stuff. You’re living a different life now in a way. And not in a nasty way, but they’re still in there doing that life and I’m completely removed from that now. A lot of things are kind of surreal. You think sometimes ‘is it happening?’ It’s good, man.”

Jon reckons The Twang has been going for about five years now, with him, Matt and lead singer Phil Etheridge there right from the start. They were originally known as Neon Twang but the first word was dropped, allegedly because venues were put off by their riotous reputation. Backing singer Martin Saunders was invited to come along and join in practices.

“He loves his music so it was a natural thing. We said to all of our mates, if you wanna come…We’ve had mates down and they’ve tried to play keyboard and they’ve tried bits. Saunders just stuck at it. It’s hard to stick at it cause it’s hard graft sometimes, you’ve been at work all day and you wanna just chill out, you start watching EastEnders and you can’t, but (there’s something on the recording which sounds suspiciously like a burp, and it wasn’t me) he stuck at it,” explains Jon.

Then Stu Hartland moved into a shared house along with Jon, and luckily for The Twang he turned out to be “a shit-hot guitarist.”

“We got to know him for about six months wasn’t it, went out and had a few drinks with him,” remembers Matt. The shared house became Party Central, the place to be for a good time. “Whenever the pubs closed, just go back there."

“It was wicked, that house was. Dancing on the tables ‘til about 3 in the morning. And yes, he just joined then, Stu. I used to play guitar and Phil used to play bass and sing, then when I started playing bass more and more, like we were doing gigs where I’d play guitar, then for some songs I’d swap and play the bass, then gradually Stu came in…”

“You’re a better bass player aren’t you, than guitarist,” says Matt.

Jon breathes in slowly and deeply. “Yeah.”

“No you are though!”

“It’s easier innit? You only have to hold one string at a time. For a bit we had me and Stu playing the guitar and they’re totally different sounds. Like I’m a very thin sound and not much reverb or delay but Stu’s like massive, the sound. So it didn’t really work did it? There was a clash. So it was just natural really as the songs started coming we’d practise with me on the bass and I just carried on playing bass. I don’t know, it took ages!”

Birmingham. “That’s where we’re from,” says Jon.

“I thought it was,” says Matt. I’m sensing sarcasm. What’s the music scene like up there? There’s a lengthy pause.“Er…”

“Doesn’t seem brilliant does it,” says Matt after a while.

“Obviously we haven’t really been involved in it for a while now. Well not since just before Christmas really. Hopefully it’s going well. When we were a band [Jon realises what he just said, laughs and corrects himself] when we used to play the venues we didn’t get involved in the scene did we? We used to just practice.”

“Plus our lock up, it were just by ourselves in a snooker hall. We weren’t with other bands and that, so we didn’t really meet…” says Matt.

“It was like a lot of lads who we do know in bands, they’re all in like different bands every week, you know what I mean. They split up and it’s like the drummer goes to that band, and they’ve all been in each other’s bands. I’ve never been in any other bands. Matt’s done a few things like but not while you’ve been in the band have you?”

“When I was at college, shit like that,” confirms Matt.“So we’ve never really like, scene’s are like, I dunno. It’s all right.”

Any other good bands you can recommend from round the area?“The Priory,” they say instantly. “From Wolverhampton. I keep telling everyone. Once they get into them, they’ll love them,” says Jon.

“They’re amazing,” says Matt.“I’ve told NME about them, I’m like listen to them, once you’ll get into them you’ll love them. The Scarlet Harlots, they’re good lads.”

“They’re not doing anything else with themselves are they?” asks Matt.

“I don’t think so, no. Who else? Untitled Music Project.” I’ve heard of them, but don’t know their stuff.

“They’re good man, they’re interesting,” says Jon. “Bit wacky, in’t they? They do like songs backwards and 30 second songs. I quite like mad shit like that. It’s more interesting isn’t it, you know when they do stuff it’ll be fucking mad.”

As for festivals, The Twang are doing Leeds and Reading this year. They’re looking forward to it.

“Can’t wait,” says Matt. Do they usually go as punters? “I’ve only ever been to the V Festival a couple of times.”

“I’ve been to Leeds,” says Jon. “I went to Leeds for a day.” He coughs. Who was playing? “Oasis.”

“Happy Mondays?” suggests Matt.

“No, the Mondays weren’t there. Oasis were there, I can’t remember who else. We always go to V, it’s near us. We’re all lazy fuckers and we can’t be arsed to do anything. V was only just down the road and we’d all just jump in the van and drive down. Stafford isn’t it? It was only just outside of Wolverhampton. If it was too far we couldn’t have been arsed to drive.”

Matt’s not really paying attention. Instead he’s looking at the autographed posters high on the wall showing who’s performed at the Joiners before. “Kasabian have played here,” he blurts. He apologises and gets Jon’s attention. “Kasabian have played here,” he repeats with some surprise.

“Supporting as well,” notes Jon. “But yeah we’re looking forward to them, man. You can’t not look forward to playing Leeds and Reading.” I ask if they’ve got a weekend ticket as a band so they can hang around.

“I don’t know to be honest,” says Jon.

“Our tour manager’s saying we’ve got to go as soon as we’ve come offstage,” says Matt.

“Oh yeah,” says Jon, but he doesn’t sound entirely happy.

“We’ll just make our own way home,” says Matt. Hitchhike?

“We’ll probably just have passes or something, I don’t know,” muses Jon.

“Can’t walk off stage and just go home,” says Matt.

“You can’t, can you. You wouldn’t want to, even if you’re not playing, you don’t want to…”

“Unless we’re playing the next day,” Matt points out quite rightly.

“Well we will be playing the next day won’t we? We’ll be playing Reading or Leeds.” For one of them.

“It’s another thing that’s new to us, we’ve never played the festivals so we don’t even know what you’ve got to do and why.” The band aren’t happy that a few things they though were possible turned out to be very much not, such as flying back from a gig in Amsterdam. Instead they have a very long drive ahead.

“It’ll be shit driving back,” says Matt. “In Customs now apparently if you book a van and it’s got so many people on the van, if there aren’t that many people they want to know why. So we’ve all got to do about a 15 hour drive back from Amsterdam at 10 in the morning.” I wish them luck with that. “On Saturday!”

You’re doing Wireless as well aren’t you? “Wireless,” they confirm. “Editors are playing it,” says Jon.

“That Ibiza thing as well, what’s that…” says Matt. “I don’t know, I’ve just heard about it.” That’ll be cool. Bit of sun.

“Oh yeah man. Manumission or something?” I can’t remember who was there last year. It might have been the Automatic and Editors or something like that.

“Yeah I think they did. I know Editors did it. I think Happy Mondays did it as well one year. Probably did Ibiza, I mean…”

Which Twang would you least like to be stuck in a lift with?

“Him. Matty,” says Jon. “He’s disgusting. He smells.”

“I smell good,” complains Matt. Across the table, he looks quite clean and shaven, and I tell Jon I don’t believe it.“You know the saying don’t fart in a lift? He’s never heard it.” Matt starts laughing. “Probably Matty, yeah. The others aren’t here, they can’t defend themselves.”

“I’m just not going to bother because you’re probably right,” says Matt, putting his cider down on the table with a clunk.

“I could think of another thing but I’ll say Matty.”

“Cheers.”

“He does smell,” Jon says quietly.

The recent tour’s gone very well indeed. At the time of the interview, they only had a couple of dates left.“It’s gone quick but when you look back it seems ages ago,” says Jon remembering that day some six weeks ago when they were packing their suitcases to leave home… "First day like. It’s gone well man. I found the middle bit between like Scotland and coming back to England was a bit –“

“Oh I hated that,” says Matt. “I’m sick of packing my case as well.”

“I was talking the other day man about hotels. It is nice having a nice hotel but at the end of the day, it’s still a hotel isn’t it. But you can’t complain,” says Jon. At least you don’t have to sleep in your van. “I know yeah! You can’t complain.”

Matt can. “I just left my phone at the other hotel,” he says miserably.

“And we won that NME Award in the middle of it. We done the NME Awards, which was the maddest day of my life,” says Jon, offering little in the way of comfort to his phoneless mate. Presented by the Long Blondes, wasn’t it?

“Yeah. People have been telling me that he [Dorian] was trying to take the piss out of us when he was presenting,” says Jon.

“Yeah, you can tell,” says Matt. “I watched it back and you can tell.” Apparently they congratulated The Twang on being the best band from Birmingham since Ocean Colour Scene - although that's not necessarily an insult, depending on your taste in music.

“Cause they won it the year before. I think the band who won it the year before presents it. So you’ll be doing that next year,” Jon tells Matt.

“Maybe I’ll be presenting them with an award,” says Matt thoughtfully.

“You never know. But the tour’s gone well man. First tour, I’ve enjoyed it. It’s like you’re learning stuff as well. Roadies and that, man, they’ve all got like mad little tricks and their own little humour. They’ve all got their own little jokes.”

“Fucking mad,” Matt agrees.

“Our guitar tech’s a bit mad. Funny though. And they’re great, man. So yeah, it’s gone well.”
It’s been pretty much sold out all the way through, hasn’t it? “Yeeeeah…” says Matt.

“Every venue. It made me laugh. He doesn’t say it now, but when we started the tour Phil was like "This is a real surprise, man, that you’ve all come, it’s a real surprise that you’re here". I was like "It’s sold out." How is that a surprise! But I know what he meant though, he didn’t expect it to be like it has.”

“I’m looking forward to the next tour though,” says Matt. You’ve already sold out a few.

“The Astoria, man,” says Jon.“That’ll be a mad one.”

“Again they’re like ‘it’s amazing’ and I’m like [not bothered] ‘Have we?’ Not in that sort of way but…” I say it’ll hit them when they walk out on stage, see the size of the audience and think ‘oh, it really has sold out.’ They're not fazed. “We’ve played to them size crowds though, in't we,” says Jon.

“But not for us!” points out Matt. “Not for our crowd.”

“We done the Kaisers gig and that was same kind of…”

“That went well though, the Kaisers gig,” says Matt.

“Yeah. And the next tour will be mad won’t it.”

You’re back in Birmingham sometime then aren’t you? “Yeah, The Sanctuary.”

“Birmingham was a bit weird for me, the gig there. I was told that your homecoming gig, your first one would be strange.”

“Half the crowd were people who you know as well,” adds Matt.

“When we used to play there, no-one gave a shit, you know what I mean? Now we went back there and it was like, cause of the hype…”A lot of people trying to get on your guestlist? “Oh, it was a nightmare weren’t it man!” says Jon.

“I ended up just turning my phone off ‘cause it was doing my head in,” says Matt.“I was telling people I couldn’t sort it all day. ‘Cause everyone really in a way should be on it, and it’s like do you turn your sister down over your best mate? Our tour manager just said put down who you want on it and turn your phone off. Might do that next time.”

“That’s what I did in the end,” says Matt, voice of wisdom. “Have you got any cigarettes Jon?” he asks politely.

“No. But yeah man, it’s gone well.”

The Twang were two days off London Calling in Amsterdam. A bunch of wicked British bands take over the city, entertain the locals, bring along a bunch of excitable fans and generally have fun. They mentioned their road trip, but are they looking forward to the rest of it?

“Looking forward to it man,” nods Jon. “What’s that?” says Matt, not paying attention again. He looks at the card. “Oh!”

“It’s supposed to be a good venue. Everyone who’s been there has said how great the venue is so I’m looking forward to it.”

“I’ve never been to Amsterdam,” says Matt.

“We went last year, man,” says Jon. “I didn’t realise… if I’d have known, I wish…”

“We could have just said a couple of weeks ago.”

“Flying would have made it so much better man.” We’re back to the bus journey.

“40 minutes on a plane and 12 hours on a bus,” Matt reminds me. “Yeah. Just land at the airport, taxi it to the venue… oh, man. The journey there won’t be that bad.” Jon pauses. “I hope!”

You might be able to catch up on some sleep on it. Matt starts to speak – I think he’s suggesting drinking throughout the trip - but Jon interrupts.

“You can’t sleep on there man. There’s no ledges for your arms. They’re like slanted ledges so you put your arm on it – " he demonstrates.

“That’s why we’re looking forward to our next tour as well. We’ve actually got a tour bus so we can sleep on it instead of fucking sitting in a van for hours,” says Matt.

“I’m either going to try and sleep or just drink all the way home just to make it bearable.”

“Probably just drink all the way home, it’s the best way isn’t it,” recommends Matt.

Got any other bands you’re looking forward to seeing there?

“I don’t know who’s there to be honest,” says Jon.

“The Rakes are there, aren’t they,” says Matt. “No, I’m thinking of a different festival.” The only band I know offhand who’s going is the Pigeon Detectives.

“Oh are they there? Yeah man. I wanna see them.”

“The Long Blondes are there, aren’t they?” asks Matt.

“The Pigeon Detectives, I like their last single,” says Jon, then he forgets which one of us is the interviewer. “Do you like them? They're from Sheffield aren't they? [Leeds] Do you know what slot they’ve got? Do you know Harrisons as well?” I’ve heard of Harrisons, don’t know their stuff.

“They’ve supported us on a couple of dates,” says Matt.

“They’re signed, they are,” says Jon. “I think their album’s out soon. Yeah man, I’ll watch the Pigeons if we’re there. It’ll be mad won’t it, Amsterdam.”

“I don’t know anything about it, what time we’re on or anything,” says Matt. Strangely that admission doesn’t surprise me.

“We’ve got a few lads coming over as well,” says Jon. Going to do some sightseeing? “If you could call them sights! We probably will see a few ‘sights’!” he laughs.

“A few brothels. For me anyway.”

“With the red lights in them. No, we won’t. We ain’t got much time there to be honest,” says Jon. “We ain’t got much free time. We’ve got one night. And then in the morning man we’re on the van at ten as I’ve said about fucking four times.”

They’re really hung up on this van thing. “We’re just going to be drinking all the way home,” Matt says again.

The Twang recently did a session at Maida Vale for Zane Lowe’s radio show.

“I didn’t know we was doing it until about five minutes before we had to go up there,” says Matt.

“We were in Maida Vale and they did it as a link like,” says Jon. “He’s been really good to us, man. He’s a sound geezer, proper.”

“Wicked.”

“He’s been sound to us like. I listened to that show on the net the other day ‘cause I missed it and he gave us a right big up, man. I know I keep saying it, I used to keep walking to practice listening to Zane’s programme every night on me headphones. And to have him like even heard of you is mad, do you know what I mean. At first I wasn’t sure whether he liked us, ‘cause sometimes you have to say you like them when you really don’t.”

‘Cause there’s a lot of hype round The Twang at the moment. “Yeah,” says Matt.

“He’s a nice geezer anyway. I’ve only spoken to him a few times but he’s fucking sound. That Maida Vale was mad weren’t it.”

“Amazing,” says Matt.

“You’d never even know it was there,” says Jon. He asks if I’ve ever been. Sadly I haven’t.“It doesn’t look like anything from the outside,” explains Matt. “You go in there, the geezer, the sound engineer recording, he’s done Nirvana and all that. The Doors and people like that in the same room, and I’m thinking ‘fucking hell’.”

“The room they recorded in, they’ve done like the Smiths,” says Jon. “The Smiths were in there. Nirvana were in there. Jimi Hendrix has been in there. Led Zeppelin. The Beatles. And you’re stood in a room like –“

“-that’s where they recorded us.”

“And there’s that much history in one big mad building, it was like really good…” The support band’s cymbals are crashing in the background as they carry on setting up, but the half an hour's over so it's a good place to stop.

“I quite enjoyed that interview,” says Matt, which should probably be added to NME's Twang dictionary, meaning ‘Thank fuck that’s over. Now I can go and get some dinner.’ “I don’t normally say anything.”

Just one last thing – they’re NME cover stars this week, which must be the page 3 of the indie music world, but with slightly fewer tits (er, although that depends on your view of whoever's on there).

“Yeah I know. It’s mad,” they say.

“We all went and bought copies this morning,” says Jon, commenting on his ‘fat face on the front’.

“Shame your head’s behind Phil’s though,” says Matt.

“I’m not bothered,” shrugs Jon.

The gig at the Joiners tonight is sold out. Jon nicely offers to have a few words with their tour manager to try and get me in. They say if I’m along by myself, they’ll have a drink with me in the bar afterwards. That wasn't the behaviour I expected from a couple of 'hooligans'. Sadly, despite their best efforts ‘sold out’ means ‘sold out’, so it’s time for me to go home while they disappear across the road for a curry. I don’t want to ruin The Twang’s tough image and leave them open to a kicking, but they seemed like a normal bunch of guys thoroughly enjoying the rock and roll ride - wherever it may take them.

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Wednesday, 23 January 2008

Gig Reviews - Mar 07 - The Mules, Richard Swift

This month saw me becoming increasingly confused with what I was doing, gig-wise. Not content with watching the Pigeon Detectives everywhere, I turned up to watch Richard Swift in London - having had a crowdsurfer pin me nose-down onto a speaker in Bristol the previous night. I had to get my glasses straightened out, I was running late for everything, missed a train, was permanently lost and had the biggest purple bruise which I was over-conscious of. I may have been mildly concussed. God knows what the PR thought after seeing me bruised and confused, weaving my way along...


Words - Suzy Sims
Previously published on Native.tv http://www.native.tv in Mar 07
(c) Niche News & Publishing Ltd


THE MULES / FRISBEE IN THE JEWEL BOX / MERCURY
Southampton Joiners, 20th March 2007

Folky, rocky, stampy, dancey - enjoyable 'electrobilly' from The Mules

Midweek crowds for unknown bands are usually a bit on the poor side, which is frankly rubbish. But with the leaflet advertising Oxford quintet The Mules' appearance saying "they want you to dance," maybe the audience would be a bit more up for it than usual.

We missed the first support band Mercury, or rather we didn’t pay a lot of attention when we finally arrived, but they sounded pretty decent. Next support was courtesy of Frisbee In The Jewel Box, whose delightfully batty name was considerably more exciting than the dull, college band rock they were pumping out.

They weren’t bad, but they weren’t remotely special. Plus there was a documentary about super-fat people on the television in the bar, which was much more deserving of our attention while we waited for the headliners.

Tonight was the first ever date on the first ever tour for The Mules, whose violinist Tom was also playing with them live for the first ever time. Nerves all round. The lead vocalist Ed is also the drummer, which is interestingly different. They kicked off with ‘Polly O’, a song so angular it could possibly be included in one of those school maths sets along with a protractor and ruler.

Their sound is described as ‘electrobilly’, according to the Joiners leaflet. It’s punky folky indie, with kicks of Forward Russia-style time changes interrupted by vocals courtesy of the Young Knives.

In places, it’s as if Vivaldi has joined Larrikin Love, with sweet bursts of fiddle giving a brief respite from the chaos. It’s musical spaghetti, a proper jumble of wild shapes and sounds. It’s artistic chaos in places, but it’s great fun.

During ‘Problems With Exits’ (b-side to new single ‘We’re Good People’) I felt the floor vibrating and thought ‘Jesus, that’s a noise they’re making.’ In fact it was a man behind me, who’d started performing some kind of devilish hornpipe with plenty of stamping. A few other girls were also dancing away happily. Tracks included ‘Tule Lake’, ‘Save Your Face’, ‘We’re Good People’ and, er, some others I wasn’t familiar with (possibly ‘Ham Shank’ and ‘Here To Help’). Very different yet thoroughly entertaining. It finished with keyboardist Tim calling for the Moog to be turned right up, making the entire venue quake (almost). Go and see them and have a good time dancing away. Oh and check out the funky handmade t shirts.

http://www.themules.co.uk

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RICHARD SWIFT / DAVID VANDERVELDE
@ Arts Theatre, London, 11th March 2007

Gigantic, retro songwriting with music hall piano, wind chimes and, er... leaves

I’m feeling slightly disorientated. The last few days, I’ve been travelling round. Yesterday morning I was leaving Cardiff. This morning I was in Bristol, arrived in London via a stop in Portsmouth and now I’m lost somewhere off Leicester Square because my map reading skills appear to have been learned from Mr Magoo.

Eventually I reach the Arts Theatre, grab a drink and stand there looking a bit puzzled. The doors into the actual auditorium are cunningly disguised to look like the sort that if you try and walk through them, a member of staff will run up shouting “No! That’s a cupboard! No, that one’s Staff Only! Er, that’s just a wall!” And so on. This Richard Swift bloke better be worth the hassle, whoever he may be.

My lateness meant I crept to my place in time for the last song of David Vandervelde’s set. From what I could see, Shaggy from Scooby Doo’s slightly cooler cousin was stood on stage with Frankie from The Darkness, the odd looking one with the headband/loud shirt/tache combo and some “I’m mad, me!” facial expressions. They were playing rock with a raw blues and country tinge, power chords broken up with a sprinkling of guitar widdling. Vandervelde himself was turned away, head down and hair over his face, concentrating on his playing. Then it was over, but I’d have liked to heard more.

The theatre was confusing because it was all seated. All the gigs I go to tend to be standing-in-sweaty-crowd affairs and it felt a little illicit to be sat in comfort with a large gap between us plebs and the stage. It didn’t take long for the band – Sons of National Freedom - to take the stage, although applause was slow in coming because everyone looked rather like roadies than glamorous pop stars. Dressed casually and with a selection of beards, they take their positions. Richard Swift strides on to a round of applause and introduces their set with a jokey call of “Where’s David Vandervelde? That fucker stole my capo. Saboteur!” Everyone laughs and the band kick off with ‘Dressed Up’.

It’s an amazing mix of styles. It sounds like early Gomez have become playmates with Queen. There are sounds of music hall piano, leaves, ice cream chimes, retro chord changes, electronic voices, pounding bass and more. It’s very different, yet it’s fascinating, full of grand swirling passion, upbeat sounds and joy. Starting off like a guilty pleasure, it fast becomes super enjoyable. Just listening brings a huge smile to your face. I haven’t heard album ‘Dressed Up For The Letdown’ just yet so can’t comment how it transfers to CD, but it’s brilliant live. Every so often the band disappear and treat us to Swift alone on the piano with his thoughts.

Was very impressed by one of the Sons - slender and head-to-toe in black, he stood to one side looking very self-conscious, biting his nails; then suddenly he would skip on the spot, play some notes expertly on the piano, swap to backing vocals, walk round a bit further and take the vocoder, then swap back again. Songs tonight include the wry and heartfelt ‘Artist & Repertoire’, ‘Most Of What I Know’, ‘Lady Day’, ‘Lovely Night’ and single ‘Kisses For The Misses’. There just isn’t a dull moment and every song brings its own imagery.

“Talk to us Richard!” someone yells and it echoes clearly through the room. Swift grins. Towards the end someone runs up on stage and grabs the mic close to his face, occasionally rubbing their legs and singing softly along. What kind of lovelorn heckler is this? On turning, we see it’s actually David Vandervelde come to join in the party, and everyone relaxes.

Swift’s songwriting skills have been compared to Sir Nice of McCartney and Rufus Wainwright, although for some reason while writing this I have the Bonzo Dog Doo Dah Band’s ‘I’m The Urban Spaceman’ in my head, possibly because of the very 60s/70s bass and piano.

The encore consists of ‘The Novelist’ and ‘Ballad Of You Know Who’, with a few people giving a standing ovation. I couldn’t believe we had to sit through the set – if we’d had our way I would have preferred everyone standing and dancing instead of nodding our heads pleasantly. The songs don’t fit any one pattern, rather they are a series of clever shapes thrown out by some expert musicians harking back to past times of piano at the cinema, thumping guitar chords and powerful vocals, leaving the crowd clapping their immense talents. Definitely a name for the future.

Richard Swift
David Vandervelde

Interview - The Mules

One of the longest interviews I've ever done (in my inexperience I filled up the dictaphone and had to delete a few files which were taking up room), this took place over fifty-odd minutes in Southampton Joiners. Took ages to type up... The band seeemed to be enjoying the whole experience though and they were very eloquent, which was nice.

Words - Suzy Sims
Previously published on Native.tv http://www.native.tv in Mar/Apr 07
(c) Niche News & Publishing Ltd


THE MULES

Ed Seed - vocals, drums
Duncan Brown - guitar
James Lesslie - bass
Tim Burke - piano, synth
Nico Beedle - fiddle
*at the time of writing, Tom is covering for Nico

These pop star types can be such divas. Curly-haired Mules vocalist Ed is refusing to do the interview downstairs in the venue because of the stuffy stench – although once you’re down here that’s understandable. It’s quaint and underground with band autographs on the wall (I spot a Larrikin Love scrawl as I duck down the stairs), low ceilings and a smell which suggests a band came in here five years ago and have been walled up under the plaster, never to be seen again. Instead we take up seats in the bar.

The Mules are five polite lads from Oxford. There’s Ed, one of the few drummer/frontman hybrids in the music world, tall and slender guitarist Duncan, languid bassist James, shy smiling violinist Tom and confident keyboardist Tim, who looks remarkably like my old driving instructor, although that is no bad thing. They are pretty well-spoken, and on listening to them introducing themselves one by one I’m tempted to interrupt with "And your first starter for ten…"

There’s no rush as the band have a quick snack. “I-don’t-want-a-sausage-roll-James,” comments Tim as their bassist disappears into a plastic bag in search of quality supermarket pastries.

“Are there any more? I’m starving.”

“You didn’t want one a moment ago.”

“But now I do, now I’ve seen them,” James says. “I’ve seen the promised land, and it’s sausage roll-shaped.”

“Shall we just explain that this is Tom’s first ever gig with us?” says Ed.

“Tom has never yet actually played with The Mules in public,” says Tim. Poor smiling Tom. Does he know what he’s in for? He’s covering for regular Mule Nico, who could very well be walled up downstairs. But enough of that, and onto the question cards.

Tom pulls out a card titled ‘Early Years’ and the band fall about. The worst possible question for the person who’s never played with them live before.

“These are Tom’s early years,” notes James in his laidback voice. “We all – apart from Tom – met in Oxford where we were studying and Tim, Ed and Duncan were all in the same college and I met Ed through a mutual friend. Tim and Ed had sort of talked about the idea of forming a band.”

“Initially the focus point was listening to music, particularly the music Ed had recorded in demo form, but also a lot of music that we both shared a relatively recently flourishing interest in - namely music of the late 60s country rock revolution and the return to roots from the excesses of psychedelia and Beatlesmania, so we were listening to The Band, we were listening to the Flying Burrito Brothers…” says Tim.

“I didn’t know anything about you for about five months after I met you because we didn’t really have conversations, we just listened to records,” interrupts James. They began to play their instruments together in the college practice room, gained some members, lost some members, and then began to swap instruments around depending on what sound they needed.

“I guess it came down to a five piece in about Ed’s last year so about maybe a year or so after we’d been playing together it got up to about eight people, and then people had to leave university. So the line up of bass, keys, drums, guitar and fiddle got solidified and we started playing other venues in Oxford and then we went to London and just took whatever gigs we could,” says James.

Do you remember your first gig as The Mules? “Yeah,” says Duncan. “We played in this college bar in Oxford which was shaped like a Ryvita. We were along the long side and there were two large pillars at the opposite ends of the room and people were sort of crammed in so there was a kind of widescreen view of The Mules, all nine of us or whatever it was standing in a line. I certainly couldn’t play any of the songs at the time.”

“We only decided on the name that day. It was a bit of a mess but it was quite fun!” says Ed, who is quietly smoking roll-ups next to me.

“I think there was enough energy and some musical competence to carry us through. It was just a matter of practicing a lot really,” says James, raising his voice over the crashes as the drums are set up in the next room.

“It was all our friends and they all clapped very politely, because they had to,” says Duncan, demonstrating a clap very well. “The set was half covers and the other half a few songs we don’t play anymore, and some have changed and now form part of the set in an almost unrecognisable form. Like ‘Save Your Face’ was one we played on our very first gig in a completely, utterly different form.”

They sadly don’t go back to Oxford that much. “It’s got a really good atmosphere in which to make music, it’s got quite an eclectic local music scene. People trying new things are encouraged, even if they haven’t quite got it. There are good venues, and obviously it’s a really beautiful town,” says James.

“The Cellar is my favourite place in Oxford. The Cellar smells of Lush, the soap shop,” says Ed.

“If you imagine you went into a Lush shop,” booms Tim, “and poured barrels of beer all over the floor and let it go sticky, and then walk in the next day and walk around, it’s kind of the same.” I tell them they should have raided a shop on the way down and put pungent soaps in their dressing room. They all laugh.

“We would have felt right at home,” smiles James. They consider asking their tour manager to stop off at Tesco: “although we’ve already been there and it was quite a small one, I don’t think it will have any expensive soaps,” they muse.

“It was hard enough trying to find a toothbrush,” complains Tim.

What pieces of Mules merchandise should be made? “Now that’s a good question,” says Duncan. “A nosebag…” They start laughing again. “Some horseshoes. I don’t know. The thing about merchandise, you don’t want people to be embarrassed to be walking around with your logo on so you want to have something sort of useful and subtle.” Like nosebags.

“We do have some merchandise. My sister makes t shirts,” says Ed.

“Ed has an idea of doing tea towels,” says James. They start naming other items – ribbons, mugs, push pops with mule heads, lipgloss, sticks of rock.

“What about t shirts that don’t say Mules on them but like ‘Hinny’ for instance?” suggests Tim.

“Bit abstract…”

“’She-Ass’? What about ‘Whatever Happened To The R In Ass’?” I think that would sell.

“What about instead of having action figures we can have little tin soldiers of ourselves?” suggests Duncan. “Recreate a figurine gig.”

“Recreate major battles in military history,” says Ed. Educational yet fun.

”Have you got ‘The Mules: Trafalgar’ yet?” says Tim, who’s already planned the advertising campaign. One a week with a magazine?

“Yeah, let’s do partworks,” says Ed, “where the first one’s really cheap and they get you, then after the third issue they hike up the price and all the same adverts start appearing and it just becomes an empty carbuncle in your house you never finish. And you have lots of ringbinders and… emptiness.”

“What about general Mules medicinal products, like paracetamol. Paracetamule!”

“I’d also like a five-person mule costume,” says James. “Like one of those stage horses.”

“Where the three people in the middle have to be lying like this,” says Ed, demonstrating as best as he can while sitting on a chair with a table in his way. Like a Chinese dragon? “Like a stretch mule!”

“And they could do hen parties on it,” says James. "Find four friends. Splash out."

“We could sell mules. We could sell livestock!”

“There’s nothing wrong with selling mules. And actually I think mules are underrated. How much does a mule cost? We should find this out,” says Ed. “It could carry our kit. I was thinking about bringing back domestic help into the suburbs.”

“It wouldn’t be much use in your flat though, it couldn’t get up the stairs,” says James. He must be confusing them with Daleks, bless him.

“No, we could use it in the garden.”

Their new single is ‘We’re Good People’, out on March 26th with b-side ‘Problems With Exits’ - “a song we’ve done live a lot but didn’t make it onto the record so we did a new recording of it,” says Ed. It’s out on 7” and download and there’s also a 12” coming out with two remixes on it, one by CSS and one by Lights. And are you good people?

“That’s not for us to say,” says Duncan diplomatically.

“The person in the song certainly isn’t,” says James.

“The person in the song’s done something dreadful,” says Ed.

“But we’re not that bad,” James continues.

”I think we’re good,” says Tom, who’s a bit overlooked at the far end of the table.

“We try. It depends who you ask,” says James. Who should I ask? “My mum.”

“My mum thinks we’re all pretty sound,” says Ed.

I ask them about the first and last live bands they’ve watched. Orbital was the first band Tim went to see, in Guildford, when he was 16. “It was just so good, something so amazing – and I hope we’re able to achieve this at some stage – of just going to see one band and then the warm up act being just stunning. And not just that but especially if you’re quite young and the band you like are actually quite old.”

“I think the first one I went to was a sort of Beatles tribute band,” says Tom, almost apologetically. “That was a laugh. It was sort of a family affair, it was quite reserved. I think I was about seven so I didn’t really get grooving. The last one I went to was Jeremy Warmsley.”

“The first band I saw was Space, supported by Catatonia,” says James. With his curly hair and laid back voice, he reminds me slightly of Jonathan Creek. Every band needs a lookalike. “Catatonia were much better than Space but I don’t remember that much really, I was like 15 or 16. I just remember drinking beer and jumping around. The last band I saw were Arcade Fire, and I have no idea if they were any good or not. Brixton Academy: dreadful sound.”

“The first gig I went to was Bob Dylan at Wembley Arena,” Duncan says. “I didn’t realise what was happening until quite late then I suddenly realised that Bob Dylan was still alive and you could actually go and see him. I got a ticket and I went, but I was miles away.”

“I saw him at Wembley Arena and it was like this little hunched man about a mile and a half away who may or may not be Bob Dylan,” says James. “So bad.”

Duncan’s last gig was folk singer Martin Carthy. “He’s nice. He’s like a postman. He just delivers.” The others roar with laughter.

“Presumably not a Royal Mail postman,” says Tim. He delivers it, but three days late, I say.

“He leaves you a little cardboard motif saying ‘Sorry you were out’ although he was in front of you in the audience,” says Tim.

“He’s very doctrinaire. He’s very purist,” says Ed.

“No that’s what I was asking, was he less like that live?” says Tim, dragging it back.

“I have no complaints.”

Tour. It’s their first night on their first tour in Southampton tonight.

“Tom, you’re as qualified as any of us to talk about this.”

“I forgot my toothbrush,” says Tim. “We’ve got a DVD screen player in our van. People must love us the world over because to me, that’s success.”

“We’re doing 12 gigs and travelling the length and breadth of the country,” says Tom, after Tim has apologised for hijacking his question. “We’re really looking forward to it.”

“We really have no idea how many people are going to come and see us.”

“I’m looking forward to enjoying sausage and egg McMuffins in a variety of towns,” says Ed.

“I’m not,” says Tim in disgust.“I had one this morning.” Have you started some kind of checklist with how good they are in each town? “I might do that actually. That’s quite a good idea.”

“McDiary!”

“Can I suggest that would be a less fruitful diary to keep in terms of comparing different towns, it being worldwide regulated,” says Tim.

“You know the defining thing which makes a town good or bad is the quality of its McDonald’s, obviously,” says Ed.

“For the record he’s wrong,” says Tim. “I will be eating crumpets in my travel toaster. I haven’t actually got any crumpets or a travel toaster. But wouldn’t a travel toaster be a good piece of Mules merchandise!”

“Clockwork travel toaster,” says Ed. “I like clockwork. It’s satisfying.”

“With a big picture of a mule. Or it could actually have a big plastic mule on one side…” says Tim.

“And it’s also a teapot,” says Ed. And a cigarette lighter, I suggest. Tim’s still going: “And then the tail bounces up, and out comes the toast.”

“And the thing that makes it most impressive is that it’s also got this LCD digital clock,” says Ed.

“I’m looking forward to the tour finishing now,” says James wearily.
They are of course touring debut album ‘Save Your Face’. It was recorded in late 2005 at James’ parents’ house and was originally a limited-edition release on their own label, Organ Grinder Records. Now it’s been re-released and made available ‘in big stores’ by Kartel. 15 tracks in 38 minutes. Do The Mules have any messages for people who are considering buying ‘Save Your Face’ but haven’t done so yet?

“Get your chequebook out,” says Ed.“I don’t think you can use a chequebook in a lot of stores,” says James. Duncan blames Chip and Pin, and Tim suggests “Get your Delta card out.”

“I think it’s a really refreshing musical experience,” says James. “Your home is under threat of repossession if you do not go to your nearest record store…”

“You will like at least 58% of this,” tries Ed. “You might not like this, but it’s good for you. And you’ll get what you’re given.”

“Consider it like broccoli,” says Tim. Most of the band shake their heads and admit they quite like broccoli. Tim tells them to shut up: “Steamed veg mafia!”

“That was what we were called before the Mules,” says Duncan.

“That’s an awesome name!”

“You want to copyright that one,” James advises Duncan.

“I said it!” says Tim.

“Laptop Leviathon. Tampax Maelstrom. That one’s on tape.”

Plans for this year? “We’ll finish the tour, and then I suppose we’ll play some festivals in the summer,” says Duncan. Any ideas which? They call for their tour manager. They aren’t confirmed for any, but it’s early days and newer bands tend to get booked nearer the time.

“Oh yes, we’re playing KOKO,” Duncan remembers.

“With the Young Knives which will be fun, and the Rumble Strips, so I guess that’s our next big gig in June,” says James. “We’re probably going to try and tour again after the summer. We’ll try and tour Europe as well or somewhere else.”

“What we want to do is make a record. Another one. And a better one,” says Duncan earnestly. “And a kind of more consistent, and more exciting and energetic record in every way, so we’re going to do that we hope in 2007.” I wish them luck. They thank me.

Being a Mule isn’t necessarily a full-time position. A few of the band have possibly the most impressive jobs I’ve ever known indie musicians to have. Tim works in classical music, primarily opera – “I’m doing some work for the Royal Opera House but I’ve also been recently conducting my own production of Eugene Onegin at the Richmond Theatre with the Riverside Opera. I’m also a composer, mainly for Duncan at the moment. There’s always a sneaky way of getting some stuff I’ve learned from The Mules in and vice versa.”

Duncan is making a film “about a man whose life is torn apart by fate.” Sounds deep. “It’s called ‘The Tragedy of Albert’,” adds Ed. Duncan also improvises poetry. writes songs, and sets William Blake to folk melodies. Busy James runs Organ Grinder Records, which the band is signed to, and he also has another band called Fireworks Night which involves other Mules occasionally. Young Tom hasn’t even been to university yet, but he’s off next year to study music. Ed spends a lot of time writing, whether for The Mules or elsewhere, but he is considered the most full-time member of the band.

Previous careers were a little different however. “I’ve been a dishwasher, I’ve served people cream teas in a National Trust property, I’ve stapled rabbit traps around trees, I have worked in offices. None of them are very much fun,” says Ed.

“Although stapling rabbit traps to trees…” begins Tim.

“I worked at a golf course once,” says James. “I got to drive the thing on the driving range that picks up the balls in a metal cage. One of the poles was loose and was tied on with a jumper, so if you turned too sharply you created a gap through which any particularly accurate drivers could brain you with a golf ball – but fortunately that never happened.”

Duncan ‘No Stars’ worked at McDonald’s and says it wasn’t very nice.

“Weren’t you told to mop the ceiling?” says James. “How can you eat anywhere where they have to mop the ceiling?"

“I’d rather they mopped it than didn’t,” says Ed.

Tom’s only just come out of school so he has little to add to this particular discussion.

“I worked in an office for a bit. That was just stapling, filing, nothing exciting.”

“I had a paper round in Kingston which I didn’t really like very much,” says Tim. “But then after a while they got another paper boy. They were trying to make me redundant at the age of 14!"

Do you have any phobias?

“Yes, we all do,” says Tim. You look so happy about it. “Well it’s just good to get it out in the open. I have a phobia of people putting fabric in their mouths!”

“Do you?” says Ed.

“He bloody hates it!”

“No, don’t do it!” Tim squeals. “It started with the phobia of having fabric in my mouth… when you come out of the bath and you’re drying your face and you get suddenly get some towelling in your front teeth – oh, I hate that. I suppose it’s not a phobia, it’s a compulsion, but once you’ve realised you’d got it you’re then much more acutely aware of it all the time. It’s ok, it should be fine, so long as the whole audience don’t start dancing using fabric in their mouth moves.”

“Standard - snakes, massive spiders. It’s not a phobia, if I know one’s there it won’t bother me, but if I have to pick one up… And it’s not really a phobia, but I have a problem with hot drinks.” Tom starts laughing. “I know it’s really weird. I made the terrible error of having a tea the other day.”

“You don’t have to say yes,” points out James.

“Well I sort of felt obliged to because I hadn’t really met you properly and it’s like a gesture so I accepted.”

“It genuinely scares me, the idea of possibly going somewhere like Australia or somewhere where there are big spiders. I really feel lucky that I was born in England. There is no actual need to have massive spiders. And I get a bit shaky with heights, wouldn’t say I have full blown vertigo, but mild. Getting worse on planes as well. Anyway…” begins James.

“I don’t like things which are alive and kind of grow and propagate but seem to have only a tiny amount of intelligence. Slugs, for instance. Or certain kinds of fungus. And being in the bath with the light off,” says Duncan.

Ed is laughing. “You bunch of freaks!”

“And there’s another one, which is people touching me,” Duncan continues. “I don’t really like it!” You guys are going to have so much fun on your tour bus.

“I don’t really have any phobias,” says Ed.

“Yeah you do.”

“I don’t. I have lots of dislikes.”

“But intense dislikes.”

“That’s not a phobia. That’s just not liking something.”

“What about bankruptcy?”

“I think in some circumstances it should be embraced, because it can actually run up so many debts, but then you just write them off. And yeah, you can’t have a mortgage. It’s like wipe-clean debt solution. Debtox.”

“Reduce all your outstanding debts into one everlasting financial damnation,” says Tim.

Poor Tom picks up the last question card which is about the ‘Get Your Musket’ EP. However, as he’s played with the band on not-too-many occasions, he’s a bit stumped. The others ask him what he thinks it might be about. He guesses a four-track EP.

“Six-track EP,” they correct him. “Keep guessing.”“I’m noticing similarities with ‘Save Your Face’.” ‘Grab your musket’ is indeed a line from ‘Save Your Face’, and it was the first thing they recorded, in July 2004. It contains early versions of ‘Polly O’, ‘Ham Shank’, ‘Misprint’ and ‘Stamp Collecting’. Don’t expect to easily get your hands on a copy now.

“I think there are fewer than 500 in the world,” says Ed.“We literally just made themselves,” says James. “We made a few batches and then it was like we’re going to record an album, let’s not make this available again. We have had people in Japan email the label like ‘I desire it’.”

“Nice cover. I think it was the first appearance of the monkey,” says Ed. Well, actually it’s not a monkey. “It’s a marsupial. We found it in a book. The same one we got all the chords for all of our songs. It was just there.”

Time to let the band grab some food before the gig tonight. After the show, I walk up to the merchandise stand to say hi. Tim looks disappointed when I tell him I don't have any cash on me, but he does present me with a stack of free postcards. They really are Good People.

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The Mules 'We're Good People' is released on March 26th. The 'Save Your Face' album came out on March 12th.

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