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Slipknot: A counter-culture


14 December 2011
by Poppy Reid

“We knew what we were and we just really, really, really, really wanted to cut the heads off of everybody, because of all the disbelief.”

It’s not easy for M. Shawn Crahan (aka Clown or #6) to speak of the events which lead to this conversation. Today is the Slipknot percussionist’s late father’s birthday, a day he usually tries to spend alone, “I try to make time for myself. Only children will know what I mean, if we don’t we will die.” But the month also coincides with the Anniversary Edition of Slipknot’s most infernal collection of metal fetor, the vortex that was Iowa.
 
Formed in Iowa in the late ‘90s, the nine-strong group’s rise to fame was almost immediate. Their 1999 debut went double-Platinum and the following four studio releases were all certified Platinum; but it was the sophomore record that defined an era for the group.

“I remember specifically living in that era,” says Crahan, 42. “We had no money and we had just gotten past the first record, there was a lot of talk, there was a lot of hype, but still no money.”
In the lead up to the recording of Iowa, Slipknot were treated like a product by their label and critics alike; much like the rubber masks the group painted, pulled and manipulated, they too were dragged across the globe with puppet strings tearing their weary limbs. Promotion and tour schedules hardly accommodated for sleep, a budget to eat, or the chance to develop their sound; most members battled drug addiction and inner demons that fueled chaotic live shows but burnt them from the inside out. So when Roadrunner Records pushed for an album of singles like Wait and Bleed, the band countered the request with an uncompromising second record.

“The whole thing was a threat, and because it became such a threat, it became a threat to ourselves,” Crahan’s emphasis on the word ‘threat’ highlights his understanding of the demons that shadowed the recording of the follow up. “When it got that deep and into it, then, wow,” he pauses, “it started getting dangerous.”

Released in August 2001 and named after the state that shaped them, Iowa went on to hit #2 on the ARIA Album chart and reach Platinum status - accolades that were met with neither surprise nor gratitude. “We cut everybody off, we cut the entire world off,” says Crahan. “We did exactly what we wanted to do and we went against the entire world.”

During this time, the group received minimal radio or MTV airplay. Crahan associates the exclusion with the economic cloud of fear that enveloped the nation after 9/11. “It was almost like people put blame on the way the world was acting, on something like us.” Despite this, Slipknot’s following had never been stronger. A demagogue for his christened army of ‘Maggots’, Crahan has created such an outlet for them over the band’s 16-year career it’s natural Slipknot have remained an impossible-to-top metal band in the 21st Century.

“It was like a way of life, almost like a cult,” he remembers. “It was just very frightening.”

The tour following Iowa’s release was financially no better than before, with nine incomes to furnish, Crahan was revolted against when he opted to pay videographer and personal mentor, Neil Zlozower to accompany them on the road and document the band.

“When I look back now on how hard it was to convince people, I mean people were mad.” But there is no escaping Crahan’s authority; as the founding member along with the late Paul Gray, Crahan notes, with that emergent, hypnotising tone, he had always foreseen the band’s success.

“I was always like, ‘look, I have my eye on the prize, I know what tomorrow is. It’s just far off and we’re gonna need this, you’ll see, you’re all gonna thank me later’.”

Most of the footage from that time can be seen on the band’s various documentaries including Crahan’s most recent work, Goat (included in the Iowa reissue). However, one seminal moment caught on camera was taped backstage after he cut his finger on the drums during a Conan O’Brien performance; it was never used due to moisture damage but Crahan relays the experience through a trance-like stream of consciousness, almost as if trying to relive it.

“We basically just gave everything we had into four or five minutes, like it was an entire show. We were completely exhausted sitting in this room, pondering the fact, did we do good (sic) on national TV or did we do bad? What just happened?

“And my son comes in...I had talked him into not being scared of my mask; ‘Look, see, Daddy’s just wearing a mask, it’s just a mask.’ And he’s looking at it and he’s touching it. You can tell he’s fascinated, he’s always fascinated, and I go ‘Look, Daddy cut his finger.’ He instantly pushes down on my wound as hard as he can,” Crahan pauses after each of the next six words, “and then he licked the blood. I looked at the cameraman and I go, ‘that’s my boy.’ I get this look, and my eyes turn into this thing.” The anecdote defines a time for Crahan, where the person he remembers is unrecognisable to him now. “Even my own son pushes down on my wound to make it hurt?” he asks himself. “But then makes it alright by licking my blood? Because he is of my blood. It’s just like, ‘What the hell?! Where are we?’”

In the early noughties, at the height of Slipknot’s success, Crahan was never unhappier. “It was very, very hard for me to watch myself in that era of my life. It was very disturbing.” Whilst piecing Goat together with Zlozower, Crahan says the biggest task wasn’t collating months of footage for an hour-long screening, it was facing the vice-stricken adult he used to be.

“I wasn’t exactly a kid, I was 32 years old,” he says. “I couldn’t watch how I was acting and how I am in that film.

“[Zlozower] had to convince me, almost beg me to leave in certain snippets of myself in there because I could barely watch myself. I can’t believe my demeanour and where my head is at.” Despite being viewed as a tight-knit brotherhood, they battled their inner hells alone, only cementing as a unit for live performances. “It takes me right back to that time, of how dark it was, and how out of our minds we were,” he stresses. “I can see it in my eyes, I can see it in my energy, in my body, my emotions.”
Crahan’s turmoil may have been clear to him but to the public, Slipknot were at a metal-trailblazing pinnacle. They had raised the bar to create a standard which still hasn’t been rivalled. When the group featured as cover stars on September 2001’s Rolling Stone, Crahan silently protested the industry feat.
“I’m like, screw you!” he says. “I’m unshaven, I closed my eyes and I put my arms up. It’s my way of saying to the world ‘well what do you expect? I got my picture on the Rolling Stone. Well I knew I would, didn’t you?!” he almost chuckles at the memory. “What? I gotta look into your face?”

Sadly, the following twelve months after that particular shoot were nothing to Crahan when compared to last year. Their upcoming Australian tour won’t feature a visible bassist - Paul Gray died of an overdose in a hotel room in May 2010 (interestingly, in his hometown where his wife and daughter were and still reside). For the most part, Crahan speaks as an evangelist from the ‘Church of Slipknot’, offering honest accounts of the band’s reckoning. Yet when asked about the death of Gray, he’s clearly still searching for answers.

“It’s not something that I can really understand yet. It goes deep with me,” he says. “I can hardly even fathom the idea of him passing away without knowing his child.” His wife was six months pregnant with daughter October when he died. “Knowing that you’re in love and that you’re having a baby, and then you die before you see it?” Crahan’s voice turns hoarse. “I mean shit, I can’t cope with that, I’m surprised I’m even sharing that with you.

“It’s the most hurtful thing of all time... He deserved to see his little girl and for whatever reason, fate did not work out that way and that to me is unfair,” he continues. “That makes life so circumstantial and random and I don’t like that. I have a hard time accepting that and I have a hard time wanting to be a part of that thought process.”

Slipknot embarked on The Memorial World Tour in June this year and the Paul Gray effigy featured onstage will adorn every show date, while past guitarist Donnie Steele will play Gray’s bass parts from behind a curtain.

“All of Europe, Russia, Australia and America will be a part of a grieving process, a part of that idea,” says Crahan. “Then I think our building blocks will start, I think it’s gonna take that long...But don’t be surprised if there’s still a picture of Paul Gray on a new album.”

In the lead up and aftermath of the re-issue, Slipknot have voluntarily relived a time when the courage to start a mutiny simultaneously built the group to monolithic proportions in the eyes of their Maggots but also deteriorated their hold on reality. A decade later, it also serves as a reminder to those who have supported them and those who have attempted to cross them.

“We’re not a band, we’re a culture, I don’t care whether people like to hear that or not. Some people in other bands don’t like that and I doubt it’s jealousy, but that’s part of why they didn’t make the culture,” says Crahan. “I have a culture, I am part of a culture. Sure, we’re a band I guess, but we’re a fuckin’ culture, get used to it.”

The Iowa 10th Anniversary Edition is out now through Roadrunner Records

My Chemical Romance: A decade under the influence

14 December 2011
by Poppy Reid

Drug addiction, highway accidents, destroyed instruments, a death hoax and a thieving drummer coloured a tumultuous 2011 for My Chemical Romance. But the band’s silent linchpin, Ray Toro – who plays guitar like Randy Rhoads and sports an afro that has multiple fan-founded Facebook accounts – is celebrating. The year that tested their tenacity more than ever is the same year that marks MCR’s decade anniversary.

“We’ve been through some tough stuff this year,” says Toro. “All those things that happened, you can take it either of two ways: you can let it get you down and defeat you, or you can rise up from it. The cool thing with us is that we’ve always risen. We’re still around now and that’s incredible.”

The most recent hurdle was in September during their US tour with Blink 182 when Michael Pedicone – the fill-in for departed drummer Bob Bryar – was kicked out for stealing and trying to frame a crew member. “We were hurt, we were deeply, deeply hurt and that’s all I’ll say on that,” Toro says dismissively. Adamant that MCR will never add another member, Toro says life post-Pedicone has never been better. “I don’t know what it is but for some reason we’ve just had bad luck, and things right now are easier than when it was just the four of us who started [the band].”

Looking back to when the New Jersey four formed in 2001, just one week after the September 11 attacks, they couldn’t be a less similar group now. In fact, each album release since their story-telling 2002 debut, I Brought You My Bullets, You Brought Me Your Love has staged a rebirth where the band has enveloped themselves and their fans in a world of their own making. Since then, MCR have explored the deal with the devil trope (Three Cheers For Sweet Revenge), mortality and the afterlife (The Black Parade), and post- apocalyptic totalitarianism in last year’s most ambitious and meticulously-created record to date, Danger Days: The True Lives of the Fabulous Killjoys. This high water mark redefined perceptions and created a fresh rallying output for escape-seeking youths while admonishing their connection with the term ‘emo’.

“It felt like a power cleanser,” he says. “We were saying ‘hey, you know it’s okay to wear colour’. Danger Days opened up what people perceive of us, not only the image but also the intent behind the band.

“Ten years in, I feel the band has proven everything we wanted to prove. When we came out with our first record there were a lot of naysayers, people were very quick to lodge us into a genre and give us a timeline, and a date, and a death sentence, rather than connecting to any musical movement.”

MCR were even accused of having a hand in the death of a thirteen-year-old girl from the UK in 2007, who allegedly joined a suicide cult after becoming obsessed with the band. “I feel like those people have been proven wrong, and very wrong,” says Toro. “Out of the last ten years we’re one of the bands that people didn’t think would stick around, that did stick around rather than decide to call it quits.”
To the band, the story-telling and realm creation bundled inside each musical movement is not only an act of catharsis, personifying all they’ve experienced, but is also a method which proves more profitable the more eccentric and intense the concept.

“It’s all about momentum and capitalising on that,” admits Toro. “I guess that’s why we keep changing it up.”

Despite the recording of some demos throughout their tour with Blink, Toro says any agreement on a fifth album concept is a long way off. “I like to use the term ‘flighty’. Our ideas are always all over the place.” One thing he is certain of however, is what it will take to match the more than 4.4 million-selling juggernaut that was Danger Days.

“I know from our past concepts that it’s always going to be more than a record, more than just a collection of songs,” he says. “I dunno, it may be a whole new world or it may tap into stuff we’ve tapped into on prior records... we’re always searching for that next thing.

My Chemical Romance will tour with the 2012 Big Day Out festival and perform three sideshows in Brisbane, Sydney and Melbourne throughout January.

Live Review: Foo Fighters, Tenacious D

                                                                               Photo credit: Ken Leanfore
09 December 2011
by Poppy Reid

Thursday December 8
Sydney Football Stadium, NSW

More than 47,000 fans packed Sydney Football Stadium last night for an unadulterated night of rock ‘n’ roll madness from one of the biggest mainstays to come out of the ‘90s.

Warming the crowd amidst pitiable spits of rain was beer-bellied duo, Tenacious D. Opening with Kielbasa, Jack Black hilariously spieled into the set’s comic routine where each track weaved into their onstage antics.

“That was not good enough for Sydney. We said we would provide the lightening and the Foos would provide the thunder!

Between tracks about Roadies and Star Wars references, Black and guitarist Kyle Gass offered up ‘an interpretive dance of metal’ and the highlight, Fuck Her Gently. “This one goes out to all the ladies,” Black said. “But we’re singing it to the dudes for the ladies.”

When the Foo Fighters bounded onto the 25ft hydraulic stage, the stadium crowd had doubled to greet an effervescent Dave Grohl, whose head banging in opening hits All My Life and The Pretender were more joyous than aggressive. But so it should be; since the band’s Goat Island gig in April this year, they’ve released a Grammy nominated album (which was recorded on analogue tape in a garage) among six other nods, screened two documentaries and won an MTV VMA.

This concert was always going to be a highlight for most rock-loving Australians; they’re the closest tour offering to AC/DC this year and as Grohl performed his best Young-inspired duck walk, it was clear they knew it too.

During My Hero about ten swift-moving Foo fans broke through a security barricade into the front GA area as Grohl ran half the football field’s length down the centre runway.

“You know we don't play those fuckin' one hour 45 minute shows,” he yelled. ”We don't do that shit. We play until the neighbours call the fuckin’ cops!”

This tied in perfectly with the first line of Learn To Fly where Grohl sang: “Run and tell all of the angels. This could take all night.” He even commented on the crowd demographic when he changed the lyrics in Breakout to “I’ll chase your crusty 40-something ass down.”


An unexpected highlight came when Grohl introduced each band member while cameras zoomed in on pianist Rami Jaffee holding a joint; “Sydney wassuuuuuup,” he croaked through a haze of smoke.
When Grohl introduced their shirtless drummer he said (to hoards of screaming women), “I honestly believe the reason we play stadiums is because we have a drummer named Taylor fuckin’ Hawkins.”
Hawkins looked worn and tired but proved his chops throughout and even managed to sing two full tracks in Cold Day In The Sun and Pink Floyd cover In The Flesh.

Warring instrumentals were a constant throughout the set, right after Pat Smear smashed his guitar against an amp (and kept playing the jumble of spiking strings) Grohl and guitarist Chris Shiflett played out an indulgent solo-battle in Long Road To Ruin.

Grohl was as entertaining between tracks as he was when piercing our eardrums with that 17-year trained scream. His explanation of rock ‘n’ roll was endearing, as was his take on 21st Century bands. “Don t get up on the stage with some fucking computers and call yourself a fuckin’ rock ‘n’ roll band… Next time one of those fuckin’ bands gets up and they plug in their shit, tell ‘em your good friend Dave said this.” Monkey Wrench was met and played with as more fervour than a thousand fervour-generating computers.

Of the few recent Wasting Light tracks, These Days received the most applause; perhaps because Grohl’s precursor was “it's my favourite song that I ever wrote in my whole entire life,” or because the upcoming music video for it will be live footage from this Australian tour.

It’s commonly a boring moment when a band leaves the stage only to return minutes (sometimes seconds) later to play an expected-encore. But Foo Fighters kept us guessing as they screened footage of Grohl and Hawkins backstage. While Grohl was sculling beer and eating chicken, Hawkins faux-convinced him into a six-song encore.

A healthy burp was omitted before Grohl sang Wheels on the runway’s raised platform to fans in the cheap seats. “Let's hear it for the sad ass motherfuckers in the back seats,” he said. Of the five-track encore the Queen cover Tie Your Mother Down was a favourite for Jack Black’s accompanying scissor-kicks and Everlong for its reminder of just how many years this band has graced our sound systems with each of their unwavering rock ‘n’ roll offerings.