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Favez « Bigger Mountains Higher Flags »Winter 2005, we were dead. Old and weak in the modern times. Rock, noise, more rock, more noise, and then the end. We wanted to play music together, but how? All the screaming and the loud guitars, yeah, we loved it, but did it still love us? What did it mean to be in a band in your mid thirties. Never aimed to be rock stars, never going to be rock stars. But once you’re in a band, you just can’t stop. So where do we go from there? We packed our stuff, took a few months off and talked a while. That ringing in our ears, was it an alarm bell?It took some time, but we came back to the rehearsal room and played what we felt like playing. And damn, was it quiet. Three songs came out, sweet songs, nice songs. A bit too nice. Except for “The Goodbye Songâ€. That one we could relate to. A bit of now and a bit of then. And it all came back, with a little help from our new found friends. We’d known Jeff and Maude for years, so they came around, we set up a piano, a Hammond organ and a Fender Rhodes. Played a few old songs, a few new songs and the next ten years appeared, enthusiasticaly. This was how we wanted our band to sound, subtle and loud at the same time, classic rock punk rock infused. Keep the energy, keep the direction, keep the flame lit and add the unknown, the surprise, the epic quality of a full blown chord.And the songs came back right away. One chord, the same old same old, but the Rhodes gives it a little something. You take the something and expand it, you let it take you wherever it wants and everything fits. Those were the greatest songwriting evenings we’ve ever had. Like when you’re eighteen and you’re discovering what comes out naturally. Except that when you’re thirty five, the thrill is bigger.Once the songs were done, we needed someone who wouldn’t betray the spirit. Not Tom Petty. Not Black flag. Maybe a bit of both, actually. We contacted the man behind the last Radio Birdman record, an Australian guy called Greg Wales. Turned out he’d been working at the Australian Broadcasting Company, wasn’t really doing records anymore, just recording live shows. From Muse to the Hot Snakes, from Coldplay to the Hold Steady, from Metallica to the Shins. We liked the same clothes, we liked the same bands, and he missed the record making part of his job. So he listened to the songs and said: “I’m only recording one album this year, and it’ll be yoursâ€. We loved him right away. Greg took our songs and gave them that classic old desert feel, that New South Wales wind they needed. He wasn’t scared of the seventies bombast and he had the right old school hardcore education. Mid thirties again. You love what you loved when you were fifteen and you love what you loved when you were twenty five and you love music the way it is now.So I guess this text sounds sort of pretentious, as if we’d at last found something we’d been looking for. But hey, we’re proud of still being here, and we’re proud of what we’ve done. And we’re releasing an album we love. Album number six. Ten years in a touring band. God I hope this never stops.
Christian Wicky.
You know, rock music, tunes, big geetars, smashing drums, the usual... You love it, don't be snobs!
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