…and you find yourself walking through a complex of apartments called Seahorse Marnia, closely in toe with a cheerful albeit slightly anxious pr representative. On our initial meeting he hurriedly asks me if I actually have anything to record the discourse with. Having assured him I’m fully prepared for interview, he reveals that the ‘member of press’ occupying the slot immediately before me had come without any recording equipment at all. He was a student at the university of Newcastle, and had apparently spent the 30 minute duration talking mostly about himself. This insight set me up for the environment I was about to enter.
We walk into the chalet designated to the band, passing a broken and de-walled picture in the hallway, to find 6 bodies slumped around a modest living area, all seemingly skeptical and baring the wounds of a heavy night before. One frame immediately asks in an undeviating west coast tone, ‘Hey, have you got any weed buddy?’. Once again I find myself reassuring those around me that I’m fully equipped for interview, and take seat next to a man with a pink mullet, before setting about my work.