“What Morton Valence do then is make epic songs of varying length but unvarying style – whatever groove is set at the beginning of the song tends to be the same groove in the middle of the song and at the end of the song with extra instruments adding themselves to the mix occasionally to give a sense of dynamism.”
“I really like Arcade Fire, so it’s fine if people compare us to them, but the album doesn’t sound anything like Arcade Fire to me. I think the whole thing started because of this journalist in Omaha who saw us once live and said, boy these guys are just like Arcade Fire. He has since retracted on that statement.”
In the “old days” this was the point when you flipped the (then vinyl) disc over. Make no mistake it wasn’t often you had the energy to do so. If you did, you were confronted by the Malcolm Mooney-esque screeching of Life Stinks.
“The heat is now ridiculous and the sun is in all its majesty. Like a true Englishman, I wilt. The band isn’t helped by some atrocious sound, and a rather bonkers presenter – plucked from a children’s TV slot – who has obviously never heard of them. ”
“I’m having dark visions of blokes with berets and goatee beards, smoking French cigarettes, reading Kerouac and Anias Nin, drinking black coffee in the New Piccadilly, fantasising over Joyce Grenfell and wondering why they never get shagged.
We prefer the shallow types!
“That’s what Dutch people find offensive I guess. When you are not out to copy British or American bands, then there must be something fishy about it… what are you doing then?”
To be honest, listening to this recording maddens me. Therefore I shan’t describe or try to review any of the bloody music for once as I’ll have a fit and turn purple. Rather, let’s talk about the peripheral stuff for a change, because, just for this once, you can describe a CD by its cover. Condon treats the whole Central/Eastern/Balkan/Russian Europe thang like a huge tray of exotic chocolates, a giant dressing up box in which to indulge his vague, ill-formed fantasies.
“My mother came from Indonesia with only mix tapes from there. Which are really great by the way! (Laughs) My father came from this very Catholic family where they only played Dutch folk music, and marching band music!”
“Western Nebraska is really beautiful, you can drive through it and there is like nothing as far as you can see.”