Bad Films are Better Shared: Interview with Bristol Bad Film Club Co-Founder Tim Popple

Originally published at kemptation.com on 16 December 2014. Words by Richard Kemp

“We’re about enjoying films – just in a way the creators never intended.”

Plan 9 From Outer Space, The Room, Birdemic. These films all have one thing in common: they are considered inherently, explicitly and unequivocally bad. Yet film nerds worldwide cherish these works as much as (or sometimes even more than) their ‘good’ counterparts.

The recent rise of independent film groups has allowed for lesser-known flicks to get screenings where they might otherwise have been overlooked. Groups are popping up all over, often showing movies in more offbeat locations – everywhere from public libraries to car parks.

Taking a similar approach, Bristol movie lovers Timon Singh and Tim Popple came together to start something of their own, though with an entirely different mission: to fulfil their desire, “to see bad films on the big screen.”

More than just a point-and-laugh presentation of artwork gone wrong, the Bristol Bad Film Club (fondly known as The Other BBFC) exists as a celebration of cinema’s dark underbelly. The club has already screened 16 bad films, including Troll 2, Plan 9 From Outer Space and Hercules in New York, and is about to hit number 17 with Christmas/Nazi horror flick, Elves.

Kemptation speaks to the BBFC co-founder Tim Popple about memorable moments, his favourite music from bad cinema and meeting bad film idol, Tommy Wiseau, actor, director and writer of the 2003 cult classic, The Room.

Artwork by Tiffany Farrant-Gonzalez

Do people ever ask why you watch bad films? How do you answer?

At first, yeah. There was a sense that maybe some people didn’t feel ready to embrace ‘bad cinema’. Hopefully, experience coming along to our screenings has shown them the light! Essentially what we’re about is enjoying films. We’re just enjoying them in a way the creators never intended.

 

What’s your most memorable bad film experience?

I’m torn between screening Masters of the Universe to over 500 people outside, in Victoria Park in the summer, and meeting my bad film idol, Mr Tommy Wiseau in February. The former was an amazing experience, sharing bad cinema with so many. The latter was possibly the most surreal moment of my life. Tommy Wiseau (creator of The Room) is larger than life; a cartoon character, a mystery – and we love him for it.

 

Do you ever watch bad films alone? How does it differ from watching them in groups?

We do when we trial them, or in smaller groups. Part of the bad film experience is sharing the slack-jawed disbelief at how bad the films are with other people. It’s never going to be as entertaining on your own. That’s one of the things that make the film club so successful. Bad films work better in a big group. It’s the shared experience.

Artwork by Tiffany Farrant-Gonzalez

 

Have you had any reaction from fans (or filmmakers), who disagree with the films you rate as ‘bad’?

When we screened Supergirl in conjunction with What the Frock, the Bristol-based all-female comedy group, people disagreed that it was bad because it was a film they remembered enjoying from their childhood. But children have fewer critical faculties! And enjoying a film doesn’t mean it can’t be bad: all the films we’ve screened or plan to screen are massively enjoyable – that’s why we screen them! Supergirl, arguably, was many people’s first experience of bad cinema.

 

If you could meet anyone from a bad movie, who would it be and why?

Well, we already met Tommy Wiseau, and that was pretty immense. I’d love to meet Matt Hannon, the presumed-dead-but-actually-very-alive star of Samurai Cop. Samurai Cop 2 is currently being made, and we’re very excited about seeing that: it stars former James Bond, George Lazenby!

 

In today’s movies, music plays a big part in the overall experience. What are some of your favourite songs or soundtracks from bad movies and why?

Against the Ninja and Friends, both by Dragon Sound, from Miami Connection, are fantastic 80s cheese.

Just Hanging Out by Damien Carter, from Birdemic, is just… I don’t even know. A paean to family values, in a club scene? It’s fantastically bizarre.

And then there’s Dare by Stan Bush. Everyone remembers it from the original Transformers movie, the one with Orson Welles voicing the villain. Yes, it’s a bad film. Yes, we all love it, Yes, the song is awesome.

Introducing… Amason

Originally published at kemptation.com on 30 October 2014. Words by Richard Kemp

Our Introducing… series digs out new, undiscovered musical talent that deserves to be heard and delivers them directly into your ears. This round, we speak with Amanda Bergman of highly lauded Swedish quintet Amason about borrowed languages, feeding the monkeys and the band’s forthcoming debut album, Sky City.

Name: Amason

Hailing from: Stockholm, Sweden

Genre: Indie Pop

Contact: Twitter | Soundcloud | Youtube | Facebook

Upcoming shows:

31st October – UPSTAIRS, Ace Hotle, Los Angeles, USA

1st November – Origami Vinyl, Los Angeles, USA

3rd November – The Echo, Los Angeles, USA

 

You’ve been championed by the likes of KEXP and NPR Music as ones to watch. Has this rise in popularity been gradual? When did things really get going for you?

I do know about these radio stations and I’m sure it is a good thing if you want to spread your music around to have them play your song, so I’m very happy they did – and thankful. But as far as making assumptions about rising popularity or sinking down the drain, I have no clue. I guess it’s hard to see that kind of stuff from the inside as well for that matter. I’m sure Google has a way of measuring stuff like this nowadays, but I’m just not that interested in keeping track of numbers. I’m no good with numbers. I like making records and playing shows with people I love and I guess the ultimate sign of success would be to do shows for which people show up! To me, that’s when it gets going.

 

The name ‘Amason’ is taken from the Swedish spelling of the mythological female warriors. Do these warriors feature in your music at all?

Actually, I think it’s taken from a Volvo car model that everybody drove around the country in the 60s… I think it was a loose way of referring to our common wish to make some music made for car driving, or biking or fast walking.

 

You sing in both Swedish and English. How do you decide which language to use for each song?

I guess it comes around naturally. I couldn’t tell you exactly why one song is in English and one is not, it’s all part of the confusion. I guess some sounds seem better in Swedish and some in English. It’s all just different frequencies. And, of course, it is easier to lovingly mistreat and stretch the Swedish language since I know it so well and it’s a deeper part of one’s personality. In English, you’re always the shy guest, standing in the corner with a plate full of buffet food.

 

Can you tell us anything about your upcoming record, Sky City? What can we expect to hear?

It’s a bunch of songs that are all made in a very vivid process; finding the idea, mostly through a drum beat, arranging it, recording it at once and then adding the singing and the lyrics wherever it’s needed. Lots of laughter and stupid ideas, not so much thinking. Very intuitive, I guess. Therefore, the songs are quite different from one another, and I think that people will like some of them and not necessarily like others. Or they hate or love everything. I have no idea about that. I love it because I loved the process, and I like the feeling of just giving it away, almost like feeding birds or animals at the zoo. Here’s a bucket of semi-old fruit; take whatever you want and leave the rest for another hungry monkey or bird.

How would you describe your songwriting process? Do you all write together or is it more a personal thing?

It’s a very co-creative thing in our band – although, it’s mostly me or Gustav who writes the lyrics and the vocals so that’s probably where the more personal approach is added.

 

The fact that you all come from other great bands has led many to call you a ‘Swedish supergroup’. How is the reception for your music in your native Sweden?

To my measures it’s already all we can ask for. I think that more and more people are becoming familiar with the band, and hopefully after releasing the album next year we may have a decent chance to play some more shows in Sweden. We’re not intentionally looking to become a big act in Sweden, it’s just that you need some numbers of listeners here to be able to make a living from doing live performances, which is of course what we humbly wish for.

 

Each member of Amason brings his/her own influence to the band. There’s jazz in there, some surf rock, pop, synth and plenty more. Where did your sound start and where do you think it’s heading?

It all started with us five being different people, with different backgrounds both musically and personally. And then we just put it all in the blender. As I mentioned before, our debut album was put together very much with the intention of just ‘trying things out’ and ‘doing something’. I suppose a natural transformation would be to spend more time writing songs together after doing lots of live shows where we can develop our sound as a band in a natural way. I think we all agree that we want more time for the next one, and then just see what it does to the music. We don’t know more than anyone else on this matter. And that’s what I like about it.

Generation Ill: Meet the New Vanguard of Scottish Hip Hop

Originally published at kemptation.com on 15 September 2014. Words by Michael Gardiner

Loki got it right when he described his native Pollok as his lyrical “muse.” Situated in the southwest of Glasgow, the housing scheme’s reputation is well documented: high unemployment, gang violence, and below-average life expectancy; topics ripe for harrowing and compelling prose. “Whether you want to be poetic or political, there is lots of subject matter to wade through as a writer when you are sitting staring directly out onto Glasgow,” said the veteran rapper, journalist and community activist, arguably one of the most respected voices in Scottish underground hip hop.

Loki’s songs are a constant, captivating struggle between the bleak, weary realism of the No Mean City and rich, poignant allegories that imply hope and change. It’s a love-hate relationship with the city, something most Scottish rappers can agree on. As John Lowis, aka, Louie, frontman of Glasgow duo Hector Bizerk, explains, “Language, accent and life experience are the main sources of inspiration for hip hop anywhere in the world. Identity is more prevalent in hip hop than any other genre, so it makes sense that people are proud of where they are from.”

It’s strange then, that Scottish hip hop has struggled for years to gain the mainstream acceptance that its American counterpart has basked in. This is generally speculated to be down to accent; in the same way that Trainspotting was dubbed for Americans, the vernacular used by MCs was thought to be simply incomprehensible to audiences outside of Scotland. It was treated as a joke. People like the Burberry-wearing, Buckfast-swigging Wee Man became YouTube sensations from ripping the pish out of it.

In the last couple years, though, the story has started to change. A handful of tight-knit artists are bringing a new dawn to the scene. For Ciaran Mac, a 21-year-old MC from Cardonald, hip hop in Scotland has taken on a life of its own. “I think it’s important to use your own accent and local slang,” he says. “The days of feeling like you have to rap in a different accent are long gone.”

Indeed, Mac makes this clear on his debut self-released EP, Took Your Time, where he spits multisyllabic rhymes over lush, atmospheric beats reminiscent of 90s jazz rap. The effect is jarring yet brilliant – boom bap torn from its NY roots and replanted on a Glasgow council estate. ‘Cat’ becomes ‘C***’, ‘Whack’ becomes ‘Pish’, the popo; the ‘screw crew’, the gat; the knife. “People are more open to listening to hip hop in their own vernacular nowadays,” he continues. “Scottish hip hop is more popular than ever at the moment.” In regards to using the C word: “that’s just a Glaswegian/Scottish thing, and in hip hop wherever you’re from people will use words and phrases that are just regular to them which might get misinterpreted by listeners from different cities and countries.”

Mac fell into the hip hop scene “by accident.” He’s been writing rhymes since he was very young but only began to perform live when he was 18 after meeting Mark McGee of Glasgow band The Girobabies. “I kind of got pushed into this scene as a really under-confident, stage shy MC who never wanted to be the centre of attention or anything like that,” he explains. “I got talked into rapping in front of Mark and he was impressed. From there, he dragged me up on stage to perform impromptu with his band a couple of times and I found myself then pushed into the Scottish hip hop scene.”

And what a diverse and colourful scene it is. No wonder, given that it’s practically compulsory for any self-respecting new band to pull together dizzyingly idiosyncratic sounds. Take the ballistic tribal chants of Young Fathers, who recently won Scottish Album of the Year for their Anticon sophomore Tape Two, or the synthetic satire of Stanley Odd (last year’s nominees). Or perhaps you’d prefer another Auld Reekie street poet, Madhat McGore, the schizoid mash-ups of Dundee’s Theholyc, the neon synth hooks of Aberdeen’s SHY & DRS, or the murky sampledelica of Inverness’s Paul Scotti. Then there are old hands like MOG, Gasp, Mistah Bohze and, of course, Loki, who will be taking his new project, Government Issue Music Protest (GIMP), around the country this month.

With platforms like Soundcloud and Bandcamp, the millenials who comprise the majority of the Scottish hip hop scene have the opportunity to share and distribute their work worldwide. For good or ill, this techno maelstrom has ushered in a new age of DIY ethics, of being able to succeed on one’s own terms. Of course, the genre has always been about support, too. “There are so many other ways that Scottish media could help our scene grow,” says Jay McLeary, co-owner of Edinburgh record label Music Comes First, home to Madhat McGore among others. “I think until the fan base of Scottish artists is at a point where the media can no longer ignore the artist, many artists will need to continue that struggle to get maximum exposure.”

Ciaran Mac also believes that the scene deserves more media attention. “Most people I come across, who listen to Scottish hip hop, really love it; it’s got that kind of Marmite effect,” he says. “So if there was more attention, then hopefully it would create more big fans of it which would only be positive. It’s good to know, however, that Scottish music journos and bloggers are starting to accept it as something serious.”

But why now? “Maybe with the current political climate, people are more open to hearing hip hop in their own vernacular,” says Hector Bizerk’s Louie. “If the general public are more open to the idea of discussing local, regional, and national matters in everyday conversation, then hip hop culture is the perfect fit for them as guys like myself, Loki, Gasp, Mistah Bohze have been discussing for years through song.”

Louie, along with drummer Audrey Tait, formed Hector Bizerk back in 2011. In the three years of their existence, they’ve supported the likes of MF Doom, GZA, and The Libertines, and have performed in New York to critical acclaim. With their second album, Nobody Seen Nothing, making the shortlist for Scottish Album of the Year, the duo’s lean, stripped-down take on hip hop is getting heads turning everywhere. “When we were in New York earlier this year the reaction was incredible,” says Louie. “We recently played a festival in Ireland, too, and the tent absolutely erupted a couple of songs into our set. It’s hands down the best response we’ve had away from Scotland. A girl took her knickers off and threw them at me after three songs. At the end she came up and asked me for them back!”

The duo has even been championed by hip hop pioneer Grandmaster Flash. Louie fondly recalls meeting the legend for the first time: “We played with him in Glasgow and the show wasn’t very busy. He stood and watched us and came into the dressing room afterwards and said he really liked the set. He asked if we had any albums and Audrey handed it [Drums. Rap. Yes] to him and said, “That’ll be a tenner!” He laughed, and Audrey told him to get his hands in his pocket. He did. So he bought our album.”

Although stateside rap casts a long shadow over music UK-wide, most artists working in the Scottish scene will look to their peers first for inspiration. “It’s good to talk about things that are familiar to local listeners,” says Ciaran Mac, who cites Penilee rapper, MOG, as an influence. “I like a lot of his songs where he’s talking about things I grew up doing and using patter only really familiar to my area.” MOG’s songs tackle current social issues like alcoholism and underage sex, but are not merely a depiction of his surroundings. His lyrics serve as a caution to youngsters led astray: “Stay off the corners, son; enjoy your life before it’s done,” he urges on the track Grafter. For those trapped in the chasm of urban deprivation, hip hop represents the possibility of escape, a means of expression that no other musical form can justify. It’s unsurprising that so many Scottish kids talk of how hip hop “saved them.”

The genre has always been evocatively responsive to the events of its time as well. It came of age during the country’s Thatcher-induced economic blight, and it is believed that the first Scottish hip hop record on vinyl was an anti-poll tax anthem: Demonstrate The Mass by Edinburgh’s Sugar Bullet, released in 1990 (remember, The Iron Lady introduced the policy in Scotland a year before England and Wales). Now it’s a different generation, with a new set of problems, living under a Westminster government that’s hell-bent on finishing what she started. “Your style’s dead like Maggie Thatcherism,” raps Ciaran Mac – or is it?

This new breed of twenty-somethings recognise that hip hop can be a crucible for exchanging social and political ideals, gleaned as much from experience on the scheme as a headline in The Herald. Everything, from Tory cuts to the bedroom tax, from MP pay rises to voter apathy, is fair game. They’re realists and futurists, always thinking about tomorrow. And when discussing our tomorrows, the question of Scottish independence is unavoidable. Indeed, members of the scene are not shy when it comes to voicing their political sentiments. “I am completely behind independence for Scotland,” says Jay McLeary. “It is something several of us in the Music Comes First camp feel strongly about.” He does not, however, believe independence will have an impact on music and culture: “People from Scotland are not all of a sudden going to just listen to Scottish music because independence is granted. So the same struggles of receiving attention from England, Wales and Ireland will continue.” Mac is also a passionate ‘Yes’ man: “Since the birth of hip hop, there’s always been artists speaking out about oppression and such, so it’s no surprise that the majority of the Scottish hip hop scene are behind an independent Scotland in hope of a fairer society in future.” When asked about his feelings on the matter, Louie simply replies: “Confident.”

Regardless of the outcome on Thursday 18th September, hip hop will continue to flourish in Scotland and beyond, as some of its brightest acts have already proven. McLeary reflects on the scene’s growth: “In 2009, when MCFR started, although there was a certain scene it was very closed and almost everyone knew everyone. Now, however, there are so many different branches forming that it makes it difficult to keep up to speed with everyone.”

But there is an undeniable shared aesthetic here, an abundance of artists who are representing Scottish national, ethnic and cultural identity. Once regarded as a derivative phenomenon of stateside hip hop, it is now recognisable through its own distinct expression – raw, cutting and memorable rhymes gloriously liberated from the homogeny of the English language.

St. Vincent at Bristol Academy

Originally published at kemptation.com on 21 August 2014. Words by Richard Kemp

Bristol Academy, UK

“I’d like to give a warm welcome to all the freaks of Bristol – you’re in good company tonight.”

It’s no wonder the entire world has fallen head-over-heels in love with St Vincent, a.k.a. baroque pop singer, songwriter, multi-instrumentalist and living, breathing surrealist art project, Annie Clark. Even before her arrival at Bristol’s Academy on Thursday night, the buzz of expectation was palpable; this was, after all, the artist who had once been a member of The Polyphonic Spree, played in Sufjan Stevens’ touring band and released an entire album of co-written material with Talking Heads frontman David Byrne. The anticipation was rife.

The lights dim, the PA crackles into life and St Vincent floats across to centre stage, her mouth fixed into a loud, infectious grin; a picture-perfect portrait of elation, she is irresistible from the off.

The band begins with Rattlesnake, the opening track from the new album, while Clark cuts Vogue-like hand movements, jerking at perfect 90-degree turns like a meticulous robot dancer. It’s a remarkably intimate show, with such close quarters that you can pick out the individual sequins on Clark’s thin, knee-length dress – black with bleeding eyes and mouths – and count the strands of curly silver hair that lollop perfectly over the left side of her face. You could have shouted something from the crowd (or even just raised your voice a little) and Clark would have heard – she might even have said something back.

Clark addresses the crowd a few times during her set, each time riffing off whatever manic-yet-delightful thought she’d brought with her that day (we all, at some point, contemplated walking into traffic, as we did burning down an entire cul-de-sac with a super-strength magnifying glass). She delivers each interlude with such confidence that you assume she’s practiced them 100 times before – and, most likely, she has. And yet, when she laughs, tiny giggles between each thought, her smile so wide like a Cheshire cat grin, you begin to wonder whether she’s come up with this on the spot. Whether she recites these lines to every audience, however, is irrelevant as it’s the delivery that makes these words soar. The penny drops and a halo encircles her shimmering head: we might just be in the company of genius tonight.

Clark grabs her guitar and begins to wail like an angel, throwing out cyborg dance moves and alien sequences with the greatest of ease, all the while hitting every single note on guitar. She shuffles along the stage to Digital Witness, her gaze fixed on every single audience member – such immersive eyes that follow you around the room – torso barely moving, as if being towed along on an airport’s flat, moving walkway. Part mannequin, part Stepford Wife, the multi-coloured lights project her as Jekyll and Hyde, though you feel safe in the hands of either one.

St Vincent is not just someone who can perform the hell out of any other artist working today: she nurtures her audience, calmly encouraging everyone to get involved, to start dancing and unleash the freak within. Some of us work harder than others to keep the inner freak contained and St Vincent shows us just how fulfilling life can be if we let our freakiness come out to play.

The stage backdrop is a long velvet curtain with a giant, pastel pink podium in front, which Clark climbs to perform numbers Prince Jonny and Cheerleader. Up top, guitar strapped to her shoulders, the spotlight focuses on Clark, who looks now like she’s set to star in a Broadway musical – perhaps this show would have been better placed at the Hippodrome theatre. This mystique is quickly broken, however, as Clark’s vocals on Cheerleader are swapped for a deep, bottomless, satanic growl that chills the spine and makes you want to shiver until all your bones have separated and fallen to the floor in a deathly clatter.

The rest of the band, while naturally overshadowed by St Vincent’s god-like presence, manage to shine through, too. Drummer Matt Johnson does a solid job of keeping up with every chop and change, while DJ Daniel Mintseris manages to escape his laptop every now and then to throw out a groove of his own. Toko Yasuda carries the ship on bass and Moog, taking care of business whenever Clark’s synchronised dance moves require less guitar work, even joining in for a few steps.

The band finishes and walks off stage, a job well done. The lights aren’t coming on, though, and everyone knows there’s an encore on the way. Even still, the entire venue fills with whoops, hollers, screams, wails and stomps of feet, calling for St Vincent’s imminent return. Clark comes back and climbs the pink podium once more to blast out a jaw-dropping rendition of Strange Mercy while her shadow plays on the velvet curtain behind, distorting her form into that of a Mexican revolutionary holding a bayonet. The crowd is floored in awe; if a flying saucer had beamed down at that moment, with Clark announcing it time for us to leave with her for the new world, not a soul would have argued.

Back on Earth, Clark finishes her set in splendid fashion: perched on the shoulders of a local security official. It looks, for a moment, like she’s about to leap into the crowd, but instead she offers her guitar out to audience members who dutifully hack away at the six strings, Clark throwing her head back, cackling like a maniacal witch. She clambers back on stage and hands her guitar to a roadie, seeming to say, “You play, don’t you? Well, go on, then!” The roadie, unsure whether she really meant it, simply stands there, motionless and painfully awkward – a little, lost lamb in the middle of a rock ‘n’ roll gig – but Clark has moved on, tipping an entire bottle of water out on stage and then proceeding to conduct Johnson’s drum lines. A good minute of flailing arms, Yusuda and Mintseris holding it all together, and then Clark kneels at centre stage, beckoning the roadie to return with her guitar. He lays the strap over her head, like a crown of thorns, and then disappears, Clark left to writhe upon the water-soaked floor.

The end arrives and there is an exhaustion in the air – from the floor as much as the stage – as the people of Bristol begin to process what they have just witnessed; the kind of gig you only see once in a lifetime. The band stands tall as Clark takes a bow and the emotion rises; it’s all anyone can do not to conjure a fresh bouquet of flowers out of thin air and throw them at her feet.

People left Bristol Academy that night with a new idea of what a ‘performer’ can be, the bar undeniably raised to that of St Vincent. She sings. She dances. She plays guitar. Not even Fred Astaire could do all three.

If, in fact, the whole world is not yet in love with St Vincent, they certainly should be. She is, without doubt, one of the greatest performers of our generation. A must-see for anyone who has ever dreamt of getting lost in space.

10/10

Interview: Josh Scogin and Michael McClellan of ’68

Originally published at kemptation.com on 20 August 2014. Words by Simon Gore

Globally established and respected mathcore band The Chariot decided to call it a night while on the 2013 Warped Tour. Once the collective decision had been made, and prior to any public announcement, vocalist Josh Scogin contacted his long-time friend and music producer Matt Goldman to book in some studio time for December that year. When Goldman asked what this time was for, Scogin replied simply, “honestly I have no idea, but I will have to know by then.”

Scogin was sticking with music, that much was certain. And so, unable to just sit around, twiddling his thumbs, he spent the following weeks and months letting ideas snowball in his mind. “It was when I decided that I wanted it to be a two-piece that it fell together,” he says. Having been a member of five-piece bands his whole life, this concept gave a new lease of creativity and enthusiasm to Scogin: “It was like I had a puzzle and that was the edges; other stuff fits in now. I think that just comes from wanting to completely flip the script.”

Sometime during the autumn of 2013, Scogin called on his friend Michael McClellan, a drummer who worked in the same studio that Scogin’s last band frequented. “We met about five years ago and stayed in touch,” McClellan explains. “If Josh was producing someone else and needed some drum tracks, he would call me up. He has seen me play a couple of times with different projects. We became friends, started hanging out. Once Josh wanted to do a two-piece band, he gave me a call. We met at a burrito place and sparks flew; he had me with the burrito.”

Scogin and McClellan hit the studio and started work. Hitting their own deadlines under pressure proved to be the chemistry this young project needed: “I mathematically made it something that had to be a little impulsive and spontaneous,” says Scogin. “The Chariot did our last show at the end of November and within December we were writing and recording the ’68 record”.

’68 display undisputed realism in their composition, philosophy and live performance. This comes from both Scogin and McClellan, neither of whom wanted this new project to be about simply pushing a space bar on a laptop: “As kind of an old-school thinker, it bums me out,” Scogin admits. “I get it when it’s big timers, people who are a glorified Broadway act, that’s fine. But the fact that it’s leaked into the punk rock world and the underground scene is weird to me. Convenience will win every time when you’re talking about an average or a general public, but I enjoy the human element. I enjoy a little danger.”

This mentality remained a prominent feature throughout the recording process. Wanting a live and genuinely authentic sound, Josh began experimenting with Matt’s vintage amp collection, some of which were more unreliable than others and begged the question of whether they would power up at all. But this beautiful spontaneity and experimental attitude are what give this duo such character. The guitar sound on a lot of the new record is from an old amp at its breaking point, driven harder than intended after being dragged out of retirement. This lead to inevitable casualties: “any time something is breaking or falling apart we tend to enjoy that and somehow put it on the record, because you can’t duplicate that. It’s real life. Now, some of them don’t work.” This Hendrix-esque, sacrificially artistic beauty is rarely seen in modern music.

In the live environment, equipment failure was not an option and so Scogin went to custom amp builders Paul & Mills, who constructed him an A-cab from a 1×12 combo with a 3×15/1×12 B-cab to provide the low end. This boutique gear, however, stays on American soil, as ’68 have been touring Europe with their road partners In Archives, instead using their backline and drum shells.

Touring as a duo certainly has its pros and cons. Making a collective decision on a suitable eating location takes seconds – there is more room in the van and never too many cooks in the proverbial kitchen – but what ’68 lack in members they certainly make up for in equipment. Loading means just the two of them and they use enough kit to satisfy a five-piece band.

The fresh musical direction has inevitably welcomed a new audience and touring network. The pair have been able to play with new, impressionable bands, many of whom, such as Memphis, Tennessee’s Starkiller, may not have been considered for a promoter’s support act go-to list during The Chariot days. Touring hotspots, meanwhile, remain the same, the best receptions coming from Dallas, Texas and Columbus, Ohio. Atlanta, too, though since this is the home turf of these two, exceptional crowd response is unsurprising.

The duo’s debut album, In Humour & Sadness, is out now. People will always make the connection with the past works of these musicians, but ’68 are an authentic, eclectic team in their own right. It’s good, old-fashioned, brand new rock ’n’ roll played by real human beings.

They are touring, working and collaborating with industry friends (like Daniel Davidson, who just shot their new video for R), but for Scogin and McClellan, they are simply enjoying each other’s company and look forward to whatever the future may bring.

Here’s a challenge for you:

Line up the two videos below to get a single, synchronised track from the ’68 boys. It’s like the Dark Side of Oz, only it actually works!

 

Interview: The Wonder Villains

Originally published at kemptation.com on 01 July 2014. Words by Stephanie Yip

They might be young in age, but Derry City’s The Wonder Villains are by no means new to the music circuit. Although officially having formed around the 2008 mark, the band’s foundation can, in a sense, be pinned to the summer of 2006 when sister and brother, Eimear and Kieran Coyle, joined forces with five of their cousins to write and record a bunch of covers (plus one original about the weather. Errr-?).

Summer ended and, with it, so did the band. “That was just something we did for a bit of fun,” says Eimear. “I don’t think the rest of them are rockers at heart.” But she and her brother were. And with that in mind, Eimear went on to form pop outfit Damn Fine Coffee (with current Wonder Villain Cheylene Murphy) and Kieran continued playing with his school rock band, Organized Confusion (with current Wonder Villain Ryan McGroarty). Well, you can imagine what happened next.

The two bands split.

Eimear and Cheylene formed The Wonder Villains, and a number of Battle of the Band competitions later (some wins, some losses), and Kieran and Ryan joined the group, completing the current line-up. “I guess we should always have known that we’d end up being in a band or something,” says Eimear. “We’ve always got on really well.”

They obviously still do as, on 23 June 2014, The Wonder Villains became the proud owners of Rocky, their first full-length record.

It’s a 12 track-strong energetic spinner of party-pop proportions with fun-loving songs about everything from superhero characters to football stars. The cover art glitters in pink and gold, featuring The Wonder Villains’ logo as though it were a superhero’s calling card (maybe it is?). Their outfits on and off stage read much the same, toeing the line between bright and colourful and costume, and their personalities and on-stage presence are likewise. “If each of us had different friend groups, we’d all probably be the most positive, excitable ones,” admits Eimear. “We pretty much just have a laugh and believe that anything is possible.”

Including having ex-Chelsea FC star, Gianfranco Zola star in your music video.

The Wonder Villains may be young, but they’ve quite a lot of extraordinary moments to brag about. Their debut on the tour circuit was opening for fellow Irish outfit General Fiasco to crowds of thousands; they’ve played The Great Escape and Dot to Dot, seen Bono backstage at Electric Picnic (“He looked right at us”, glows Eimear), and lived the childhood dream of getting to run amok in Northern Ireland’s Barry’s Amusements for the music video of their single, Marshall. Now, in some strange form of serendipity, their football hero, Gianfranco Zola, has starred in one of their video clips.

Originally released in 2011, Zola is the psychedelic dance-pop third track on Rocky and hails the glories of its namesake. After uncovering a fan’s YouTube clip, which soundtracked snippets of his games with the song, Zola agreed to star in its rerelease.

What next? Well, they do have a single called Marshall that features pink speakers as its cover art. “If a certain amplifier company of the same name want to make this dream [of touring with said speakers] a reality, then we will fully endorse it!” Eimear exclaims. Pink speaker cuteness aside, the album’s artwork has gems to look out for, too. “The inside sleeve is the best bit,” concludes Eimear. “It’s a collage of classic snaps we’ve taken over the last few years.”

Now, we haven’t seen said collage yet, but if the band’s Facebook album is anything to go by, it’s going to be pretty epic. “Social media is a great way to get the word out and make people smile with our ridiculousness,” jests Eimear, who secretly knows we’re referring to the band’s hilarious photobomb of that Oscar’s selfie.

“Kieran played The Undertones’ drummer in the BAFTA nominated movie Good Vibrations,” says Eimear. “He dyed his hair blonde for the part, had two lines, and his head was in the clip they played on the big screen at the BAFTAs. So naturally, after that success, we were invited to the Oscars and met Ellen.” Okay, so maybe they Photoshopped themselves into that selfie, but Kieran really did star in Good Vibrations and the invite really was in the mail.

Now here’s yours. Invite, that is, to listen to this “badass” (her words, not ours) debut record by The Wonder Villains.