Paul - Guitar / Backing Vocals
Andy - Bass / Backing Vocals
Adz - Drums / Backing Vocals
It's a familiar scenario. Paul and Andy in deadening, dead end jobs building shonky aeroplane wings for Airbus with only a gradual squashing of inspiration for company.
Paul's guitar and Andy's bass screaming at the sky for release during weekend fuckabouts in disintegrating ratsodden flats.
Chris watching the reactor overheat in a job at a Power Station just for something to do. Takes up drums. Joins the weekend fuckabouts. Things are starting to gel in Relativesland. Christmas present arrives on December 25th 2000 when Adz follows the star to Three Distinctly Unwise Men on a special X-Day Fuckabout. Kicks Chris off the kit and blasts away under the developing fuzz. Chris discovers flair for classic songwriting and a mean vocal delivery.
Lardies and gerbilmen, welcome to the kickass world of Rock-stomping, class-crunching baboons, The Relatives.
Supremely quick off the mark, The Relatives announced their signing to nascent indie label Spank Records. The resulting release, the Say It With Vodka EP (SPANKCDS01), was launched in April 2001 at the start of the band's first major UK tour. The power and panache of The Relatives exploded from its creative cage during 35 date extravaganza featuring performances tighter-than-a-boyband's-boyfriend's-vest.
Radio 1 were not slow to recognise the growing stature of the lads, and the band were invited to record their first Radio 1 session, produced by Spiritualised keyboardist Tim Lewis and aired nationally during May 2001.
The Relatives managed to squeeze in a day's recording between gigs at The Foundry in Birmingham and Newcastle's Trillians, and the resulting session at Newport's Loco Studio was another luminous showcase for their intricate, harmonic talent and finesse for the fleeting feet of fallen angels.
The Relatives' performance during the world renowned Wakestock Festival during July 2001 provided an ideal vehicle for the band's second - live - Radio One session; with a backing choir of five and a half thousand revellers it couldn't be any other way.
That's if the wings of their private jet don't fall off in the middle of a power cut.