Thursday

Bloc Party: Four To The Floor

09 August 2012
by Poppy Reid

Backstage at last month’s Splendour In The Grass festival, Bloc Party have only just arrived and they’re already being haphazardly shuffled to separate corners. It’s clear drummer Matt Tong and bassist Gordon Moakes are relieved they’re put together as they sit down with TMN and enjoy their first beer before the headline set.

Since landing in Australia three weeks ago, the British band have incited their fair share of controlled controversy to publicise upcoming fourth album, Four - both quashing rumours that frontman Kele Okereke was kicked out of the band in 2010 and sparking uncertainty about a fifth release (from quotes taken out of context, of course). Backstage at last month’s Splendour In The Grass festival, drummer Matt Tong and bassist Gordon Moakes open up about the truth behind the band’s hiatus, admitting the two-year break was almost a unanimous decision.

“We were jaded,” he says. “I can remember that time when we were at the end of touring the last record. We were just doing it without thinking. Turning up at the show wherever we were supposed to be and going through the motions.”

“Every record cycle has an ending,” Tong chimes in, “and I think we just weren’t interested in carrying on after that.”

“Matt was the most vocal about it,” Moakes continues, outing his comrade. “Russ [Lissack] and Kele would have been happy to keep going. To be fair to Matt, it was about time somebody was vocal about it, for too long we all just were going on with whatever was deemed the right thing to do; it took someone to stand up and say, ‘Whatever you guys want to do is fine but I’m not doing this.’”
Okereke spent the time waiting for Bloc Party’s reconnect by recording and touring a solo EP in 2010 and an album last year; guitarist Russell Lissack toured with Irish band Ash, and Moakes founded post-hardcore band Young Legionnaire. But while heading back into the studio together was inevitable, the band made a conscious decision to do things differently when they reconvened last October, taking a stripped back and less convoluted approach to touring and recording. The new album’s title may seem remissive, but we’re told it’s a reflection of the simplicity of the record as a whole.

“The aim of the record is to just be the sound of the four of us,” explains Moakes. “It sounds a bit like an old fashioned record in a way, which is the sound of a band playing,” he laughs. “No frills really, but No Frills would be a crap title.”

Recorded with Grammy-nominated producer Alex Newport (At The Drive In, City and Colour) in New York, Four was intended to be recorded live at Stratosphere Studios, but time constraints forced the quartet to switch tacts.


“It wasn’t like we started and it was suddenly like a sea change,” Tong assures. “The approach we had, was pretty much the same from start to finish.”

“In a way, not doing it,” Moakes interjects, “potentially made it sound more live than if we had played it live and handed it over to the producers.”

With two of Bloc Party’s past three albums charting within the ARIA top 5, Australian zealots needn’t worry about a departure from their Intimacy-era sound; as Moakes explains, Four will run countertype with past projects. “I think there was a precedent set when we came out with our first record [2005’s Silent Alarm]...We’re now in a position where we can kind of do what we do in a bubble away from everyone else. For me at my age, when you’re in your thirties you hardly listen to music radio.”

“Apart from Radio 4,” Tong jokes.

“I just think that you’re not running around trying to chase what’s hip anymore. Give me a guitar and I’ll express myself now, how I am. I think we’re all like that to varying degrees. We’ve matured as players and our taste has matured, and our music is a result of that.”

Moakes is aware of the public’s conception of Bloc Party; their evolution from taut smacks of sound walls and syncopated fervour to more reflective lyrical musings and layered staccato has been celebrated in Australia since before Triple J listed Banquet at #54 in the Hottest 100 Of All Time poll. Tong is more diplomatic about the possibility of alienating fans, suggesting he’d be okay with just five people at the front barrier of The Supertop tonight.

“In the early days we’d be excited with a couple of people at the front dancing and we’re still that way. You’re lucky to be doing it if at least somebody likes your band.” This sentiment is easy to adopt after the band’s multi-Platinum sales, but is aptly illustrated by the band’s humble, tight, pre- show huddle before an even tighter live set.

“You have to be happy within yourself and then happy as a collective band,” Tong continues. “You can’t start thinking about what everyone else is thinking. You want to make sure you’ve done the best job personally; for me, if I’ve done that then I don’t need anything else.”

Take away the 991,000 Facebook likes, the 81,000 Twitter followers, the 13 award nominations, and the pair guarantee they would still be making the same music together. Although Moakes would return to his earlier aspirations of becoming graphic designer, Tong says he would be more resourceful in his effort to make rent.

“I’d probably start cooking meth actually... I think there’s a good market for it in Bournemouth.”

Live Review: Splendour In The Grass 2012

                                              Photography courtesy of Splendour In The Grass
31 July 2012
by Poppy Reid

DISCLAIMER: Pre-empting the ensuing eye-rolls upon seeing the plethora of live reviews scattering your news feed, TMN have decided to recount the events of Splendour In The Grass Mud in list form.

TMN’s Splendour Awards*
Best Pre-Party
Not only did Triple J air live from the festival, they also threw a massive warm up event at The Northern Hotel for competition winners (in adorable costumes) and industry folk. The station hosted DJ sets by Last Dinosaurs, DZ Deathrays and Yacht Club DJs, and encouraged questionable dancing.

Best Stage Antic
At The Drive-In frontman Cedric Bixler-Zavala kept a steaming kettle onstage, pouring tea between tracks

Best Staging
Jack White takes the cake for this one. His closing performance on Day One saw his band change genders halfway through. White Stripes fans were even satisfied as Jack White performed a few peppered tracks from the duo's early albums and closed with Seven Nation Army.

Most Bizarre Fashion
A guy in a Hillsong T-shirt.

Best Forum
The tent packed out for Wil Anderson’s Wil Does Parky forum (hosted in Michael Parkinson-style) to watch Billy Corgan talk about music’s current landscape, artist rights and Twitter. The Smashing Pumpkins frontman admitted: “If I light myself on fire you’ll click on my link more.”

Best Homemade Sign
At the Mix Up Tent for Azealia Banks a sign read: “I WANT TO EAT YOUR CUNT.”

Best On-Stage Spat
Although Azealia Banks’ staccato social commentary and hip swivels was the highlight of Day 3, the rapper did cut her set short at just 25 minutes, citing faulty sound equipment.

Best New Band
Triple J Unearthed band Ball Park Music drew a healthy crowd who seemed to know all the lyrics from 2011 debut album Happiness and Surrounding Suburbs. When the Brisbane six-piece performed final track All I Want Is You, even the worms in the mud swooned.

Best Between Track Banter
When Beth Ditto calls her earring a “little slut” for breaking and dubs a crowd member “the Kate Moss of Oz,” after the first song, it’s clear Gossip were miles ahead of any other act at this year’s edition. Our favourite quote though, came after a fan pulled down their shorts near the front and Ditto said, “That was the first time I saw balls and a scrotum in thirteen years.”

Most Endearing Band
Despite crippling technical difficulties, Metric were tenacious and graceful. Emily Haines and co. walked offstage, regrouped, and returned with three more songs including a sizzling guitar solo from Haines during Gold Guns Girls.

Splendour Surprise Act
The eight African-American brothers (and sons of trumpeter Phil Cohran) that make up Hypnotic Brass Ensemble not only caused jaws to drop into the mud with their epic horn heat, but their infused hip hop sent them to heights far beyond the marquee they performed under.
Best Onstage Tussle With Security
Chicago band Hypnotic Brass Ensemble also take out this award after a zealot climbed his way onstage. The brothers would have happily let him weave and dance around them - when two security guards tried to drag him off a tug-of-war proceeded with one band member.

Best Artist I’d Never Heard Of
Michael Kiwanuka. The British soul singer appeared humbled at the G.W McLennan tent as festival-goers swayed and hugged their way through his delightful compositions and sang along when he covered Jimi Hendrix’s Waterfall.

Best Dressed
Anyone who’s heard the name Gotye could have guessed this one. Kimbra (see above) looked like the kind of doll you’d treasure as kid (assuming the males reading this were especially effeminate).

Splendour MVP
Lana Del Rey was a big reason most made the trek to Splendour this year; after cancelling her promotional visit in 2011 and the controversy regarding her live ability clogging the Internet, a lot was riding on this set. The self-professed starlet did not disappoint, she smiled her way through our screams as she crooned her way through hits like Video Games, Blue Jeans, Born To Die and even a cover of Nirvana’s Heart Shaped Box.

Best Pop Up
The Gyuto Monks of Tibet graced the Global Village to bless the festival, and anyone in need of a spiritual cleansing.

* No physical awards have been prepared nor do we intend on making them.

Overheard Words
“You’re the biggest douche I’ve seen today.” – A police officer to a man wearing a Superman costume lying in ankle-deep mud.
“Can we come in early tomorrow and go shopping?”
“Do you want to feel something amazing?” - A guy rubbing his Elmo beanie on girls’ faces.
“I’m fuuuuuuuccckkkkkkeeed.” – 50% of Splendour In The Grass

Splendour In Numbers
8 – the number of six-strong police teams making the rounds each day
48 - the above numbers, mutliplied for your convenience.
160 - marquees
350 - temporary toilets
12 - km of fencing
70 - temporary site sheds
12.6 - km of power cable
44 - food stalls
100 - market stalls
800 - artist catering meals
9 - bars
6150 - bottles of water in band riders

TMN Report Card
The return to Byron Bay for Splendour’s 2012 event was undoubtedly successful. We may have been subjected to rain, hail and shine, but promoters were quick to mend the grounds and there were enough undercover areas to harbour the masses.

Despite general whispers wishing it had been at Queensland’s Woodfordia for another year, the calibre of acts, perfect running times and the festival’s set up made for a smooth event, with many of the smiling faces promising to return to the site next year.

Album Review: The Gaslight Anthem, Handwritten


25 July 2012
by Poppy Reid

It’s to be expected that The Gaslight Anthem’s latest offering is knocked up with the same nostalgic tone that embittered each track on American Slang, but this time frontman Brian Fallon is slightly more content.

After years proffering New Jersey rock (read: aping Bruce Springsteen), the four-piece have come into their own with a beautifully crafted fourth release, Handwritten. A welcome relief after the band’s last LP, the acclaimed American Slang, inspired some to question whether they could build on the sound helmed by Springsteen, B.B King and The Clash or whether they would twist and snap the umbilical chord.

The fact the album is their first through a major label is irrelevant; crafted with handpicked producer Brendan O'Brien (Incubus, Pearl Jam), the record seems to borrow more from the embryonic intellect in 2008 breakout album The ’59 Sound than from any desire to dominate radio airwaves. Anthemic tracks like lead single 45 and Howl pay homage to the formative years of Fallon’s now happily married relationship; it’s his autobiographical approach and the way he portrays all of life’s ‘what if’ moments that will draw the listener most, holding the bar high for what commercial radio should sound like.

Keepsake is reminiscent of going through your parents' record collection for the first time, its slow-feeding intro envelops before settling into a chorus that holds a familiar cushion, even on first listen. Laced with open ended dialogue about fears they don’t have solutions to, The Gaslight Anthem have beautifully placed space between the percussion and guitars – a breathing room for one’s own thoughts to gently interject.

Despite the sing-a-long guitar chords and ‘whoa oh’ repetitions over a few tracks, Handwritten has been tailored to perfection; elements that would translate as crass commercialism from lesser bands, comes across as natural and welcome development. The band will get their mainstream coverage with this record, but it will have nothing to do with the inked signatures on Mercury’s authoritative white paper.

Monday

Live Review: Hardcore 2012


                                Ceremony. Photo credit: Jared Van Earle
09 July 2012
by Poppy Reid

Saturday July 07
Hi-Fi, Sydney, NSW

Despite Hardcore 2012’s founder proclaiming: “there will be no hidden surprises,” nothing could have prepared the nation’s heavy music community for the events which took place on Saturday night.

Perhaps last year’s absence made the heart grow fonder as both nights at Sydney’s Hi-Fi venue sold out. The genre’s supporters came from all corners of Australia to catch international trailblazers, homegrown heros and one act on the brink of cessation. Rubbing shoulders and filling the Hi-Fi to its ceiling (NOTE: the upstairs level isn’t recommended for this type of standing show), the sense of community stayed strong and loud over the following six hours.

Of all the humbling revelations that happened on Saturday night - some as simple as Mark Bawden (Break Even) and Cavechest’s (Miles Away) patriotic t-shirts, or as eye-opening as the fervid response to Break Even’s second-to-last show and the vocalised cultural understanding from LA band Terror - this showcasing had as much to do with its players, as it did to do with its place in music.


“Come up the front and lose your fucking mind. One last time!”

Perth quartet Break Even commanded a chaotic circle pit from their second song and while the security guards were at times insensitive, they were put to work with a constant barrage of bodies spilling over the barricade.

After an emotional set that was as ardent as it was riotous, fellow Perth band Miles Away took the stage taking the crowd one step further with Cavechest creating an opening for crowd members to jump onstage and dive off into the wide pit. Stripping hardcore back to its core, the frontman buried himself in the crowd letting his fans sing the best parts of stand-out track Turn Your Back.

From frontman Ross Farrar’s epileptic antics to guitarist Anthony Anzaldo’s gravity rebelling up-do and studded denim vest (complete with the Prince symbol on its back), Californian band Ceremony powered the sea of surfing bodies with their firing short, fast, loud tracks. As Farrar’s scream resonated from underneath his own button-front shirt for Zoo, the rest of the band menaced the sweat-soaked crowd who were reaching for a turn on the mic. “I'll sing you a song, it's about having your period,” said Farrar before Hysteria. Much like his likening of the lyrics “no birth without blood/no confusion without us,” to menstruation, Ceremony’s career and their live performance is slightly left off centre, exactly where they like it.

When three crowd members jump off the stage in the first two bars of Mindsnare’s set, anarchy will ensue. From the synchronised masturbatory strumming from the band’s guitarists to the raw aggression they incited at the Hi-Fi, the Melbourne face-melters may have upstaged some other acts on the bill but that was far from their intention.

“This song is going out to Graham from Resist Records for their 20th year together,” declared frontman Matt Maunder before From Blood To Dust. “He had his testicle removed today, or something.” Nixon, Founder of Resist Records actually had surgery last week to repair a hernia, but whatever.

When final band Terror took the stage, raised fists stretched back as far as the exit and when singer Scott Vogel asked us to “climb on somebody’s head,” a fierce dog-pile erupted from the pit. “This is positive hardcore,” he yelled before throwing his mic deep into the mosh. Not once did this take away from the set however, every lyric was screamed in perfect simpatico with drummer Nick Jett.

“Truth be told we don't often play to 1000 people,” admitted Vogel, “not to sound too retarded but this is a dream come true.”

A decade since their inception, this band had a lot to teach their fellow performers and their audience; what better setting to instill the integrity and bullshit-detectors they have fought so hard for since 2002? The highlight flared when the band dedicated Life and Death to Nixon and invited two fans onstage to sing with them.

This wasn’t just another indoor gathering of like-minded music palates, it was more than that; Hardcore is necessary for a community whose acceptance and popularity may be rising but is still fighting for its right to hold down the underground.

The Dandy Warhols: Welcome To This Machine



05 July 2012
by Poppy Reid

“Really, what isn’t a challenge, every day of fucking life is a challenge. It’s hard.”

The weekend following this phone conversation saw Taylor perform alongside the likes of Dawes, Lucinda Williams and Kris Kristofferson as part of a Glen Campbell farewell tribute in Hollywood, (an offering later described as “startlingly unprepared”). Next month he and his eighteen- year-old band The Dandy Warhols will embark on a North American tour before heading Down Under in November. But right now, in this particular interview, Taylor is much like the band’s eighth LP This Machine, self-deprecating, overwhelmed, but strangely placated.

“Touring is always really, really hard,” drones the 45-year-old. “Emotionally it’s just gruelling for the tiny moment of glory and beauty. Of all people, we know that we’re not perfect,” he digresses, “but when we’re serving the cause of music people tend to meet something more important than themselves.”

The comparisons to one Iggy Pop in recent years aren’t only a reflection of his caustic live shows but also a result of prevalent drug use. Before the Oregon five-piece burst into mainstream consciousness in 2001 - via a 100 million dollar ad campaign for Vodafone - the Dandy Warhols were teaming the words heroin and passé with an irony only used by the well practised.

“I spent most of my twenties drunk, on ecstasy, on acid and, you know, It was great. I guess it was great.” Taylor’s voice grows faint. “I’ve never been a particularly happy person so a lot of that was escapism and shit like that...”

About four years ago Taylor decided to cut down on his methods of escapism; but not because he feels he has a problem: “I still love drugs and alcohol. I’m a fucking happy baby when I’m drunk.” It was his band mates Zia McCabe, Peter Holstrom, Brent De Boer and Eric Hedford who sparked the detox drive.

“I can’t really drink and smoke on tour because I have to sing, I have to be pretty much like a real singer. The ‘self- indulgent fuck’ part of me is [giving up partying] because we played so many shows where I just couldn’t sing.” He then begins a harmless pleonasm, listing all the tracks the band couldn’t play. “At one point they were like, ‘Really? Really? We can only play these thirteen songs, this is all we can play because you are fucking drunk?’ It’s just a shitty thing to do to people you know,” he adds. “Now I just keep on partying to only the night before my day off.”

The new epoch of Courtney Taylor-Taylor is documented fairly explicitly throughout This Machine. On tracks like Enjoy Yourself and The Autumn Carnival the Dandys’ sound is a far cry from their loose, layered psychedelia. “Our last record was very dense, on this one I just wanted to sound like a full-piece rock band.

“I’m already seeing that we’re not two years ahead of everyone else anymore. Everyone else is kind of doing the same thing, there’s a lot of good rock coming out again now, so it’s nice.”

Sadly, no matter how big a departure The Dandy Warhols undertake with their music, the band will be forever tied to a documentary that teamed them up against fellow ‘90s music mavens, the Brian Jonestown Massacre. Most interviews following the 2004 release of Ondi Timoner’s Dig! were largely bated around the miscontexualised rivalry between the two bands, and although Taylor has endeavoured to clear this up in the past, TMN offers him the final word.

“I just want to clarify for everyone that that was not a real documentary, that was a movie,” he states. “We were just actors in it and guys were taking advantage of us. We were successful and she [Timoner] needed something, a bit of a leg up. Whatever,” he adds. “I’m over that, thank God.”

In saying that, whether the band sees the film, or numerous sync deals they have landed over the past decade, as a ‘leg up’ or not, they may not have been able to continue filling 1000+ venues to this day without them. Needless to say, Taylor isn’t bothered by public appearances or chart placings: “We’re not that sort of band,” he scoffs. The industry’s backslide into the ‘50s model is something he’s very fond of.

“I like the music industry as it is now; I like that people can not know who the fuck The Dandy Warhols are and can get on the Internet. That lasts, we’re always in rotation in millions of studios all over the world, and on Vevo and on YouTube - it’s great. I prefer it to the old school.”

Conversely, regardless of their status in most circles, the industry is less forgiving now; after every major label indulged the band with interest and elaborate dinners, none “were gonna put their money where their mouth is.” Eventually the band decided to release This Machine through their own Beat The World label, not surprising considering Taylor-Taylor’s reputation as an auteur.

“We’ve been around for eighteen fuckin’ years y’know, who would sign a band after eighteen years? It just doesn’t make any sense. It’s very rare that a band still is relevant after that long, we’re one of the few bands that even have a career after this long.”

The Dandy Warhols are touring in November with Harvest Festival.

Train: Californian country

                                                                               Photo credit: Ken Leanfore


14 June 2012
by Poppy Reid

It’s a surprisingly warm afternoon in Sydney and Train have 180° commanding views of the Opera House and Harbour Bridge. Frontman and lyricist Pat Monahan is seated stiffly on a couch at the Shangri La hotel enquiring about the current plight of print media while drummer Scott Underwood and guitarist Jimmy Stafford are reminiscing over a common foe.

It’s been six years since the San Francisco band’s near breakup and over a year since the cursory hiring of producer Howard Benson. “The first producer was an arrogant fucken’ asshole,” says Underwood. “One of the most arrogant dicks I’ve ever met in my life. And we felt that the second we saw him.” Coarse-tongued Underwood is careful no to name names but he’s explaining why the recording of Train’s most recent album California 37 cost a fraction of the price of its predecessor. “We started making Save Me, San Francisco with one guy and I think we spent $160,000 and threw it in the trash,” says 43-year-old Monahan, indicating it wasn’t just Benson’s ego that was hard to endure. “If you heard any of it you’d go ‘okay you’re fine’.”

Ironically, the now renowned producer behind California 37 enlisted Benson himself in 1991 for the debut of his Glam metal outfit, SouthGang. “It’s funny because he produced Butch Walker’s first record for his first band and basically ended that band’s career,” laughs Stafford, touching his bottle-black goatee. “He’s huge, but he’s a cock. He’s a huge cock.”

Bold statements like this only reflect the full-steam juggernaut that is Train; from the two-time Grammy Award- winning title track from sophomore album Drops Of Jupiter, to the #8 ARIA charting Save Me, San Francisco-which sported chart topper Hey, Soul Sister and is just months away from Platinum accreditation in the US-the trio know what they’re doing.

Although Drops Of Jupiter remains the band’s most lucrative to date in the way of album sales, Monahan says the band won’t even bother trying to match its success. “It’s a different day than it used to be, I don’t know that we’ll be record, it’s just not fair to measure it.” California 37 is a more country-tinged beast than the band’s prior creations; it’s aesthetically brighter and more radio-ready, woven with tinny guitars and literal lyrics. The genre’s influence was always present though, since tracks like Free and I Am on the ‘98 self-titled debut, Train have been chipping away at a culture where pop-country is predominantly reserved for women. However, 2012 saw the trio perform at the Houston livestock show and rodeo in March, a month before Monahan sang a duet with Martina McBride at the 47th ACM Awards (Academy of Country Music) and performed as part of a Johnny Cash tribute concert-even country singer Ashley Monroe features on California 37 - on the track Bruises.

“I think that [Bruises] lends itself to us being a little bit more country at the moment,” admits Stafford. “The country world is kind of exclusive and to be invited into that world was really special for us... It’s really great to have a foot in that door.”

Monahan is very aware of closing doors now too, domestic life is more phlegmatic since his divorce in 2006 but unlike most poets who’s use of pen and paper is cathartic and unadulterated, any words regarding ex-wife Ginean Rapp must be first screened by their 14-year-old daughter, Emilia. Lyrics like “Four more years ‘til my girl’s all grown/ Then the bitch gotta have to leave me alone,” were given the green light to become the album’s title track.

“She knows that I’m not a big fan of her mum and so I wanted her to tell me it was okay... She was like ‘I love that song, that’s the shit!’”
“Now you gotta write that song I Wish I Didn’t Suck That One Dick, jokes Underwood. Monahan shakes his head seriously, “I’m not gonna write that song.”

A father of three, Monahan is in constant protective-mode, even limiting the preordained right of pop’s frontmen. “I’ll never write a book because the book you want to hear from me is just not going to be what I can do,” he says. “I don’t want my children to ever know some of what I know.” Privacy has served the band well, Underwood puts the band’s split in 2006 down to the fact they “weren’t getting along at all,” but after Monahan released material as a solo artist in 2007 to make sense of his encrypted cogitations, he now writes lyrics like, “Truth is, it was attitude/Replaced greed with gratitude.”

“When we got back together we realised that we had to change our attitude and start being a band, and writing music just solely for the love of doing it again,” explains Underwood. “Instead of trying to make a lot of money or be famous.” This time around, Train seem to have made all the right choices. California 37’s first offering, Drive By, has already reached Platinum status in Australia and the album looks to rival its forerunner.

Underwood is convinced their contentment is because of the happy marriage with its producer, Butch Walker; a friend of the band who was also left with a bad taste on his palate from one particular producer. “You can hear the joy in the recording,” he beams. “We had so much fun making this record, you can hear it and see it, it was such a great time.”

Motion City Soundtrack: Homecoming


21 June 2012
by Poppy Reid

Just a few years ago, Motion City Soundtrack were cordially courted by big wig execs at Columbia Records, with promises to take the Minneapolis band from a spot on a Punk-O-Rama compilation to the pointy end of the Top 40 charts. But it was only three years and one album later when the Sony BMG subsidiary dropped the band.

“It happened really fast, before we felt like we had a chance to really get going, it was very sudden,” Motion City’s bassist, Matt Taylor tells TMN over the phone. “It was a good experience it was just really short.”

After their fleeting stint with a major label Taylor, along with guitarist Joshua Cain, frontman Justin Pierre, keyboardist Jesse Johnson and drummer Tony Thaxton were left to shop fifth album Go. Appositely, the band decided to exclusively set up meetings with independent labels.

It’s just a different ball game with the music industry the way it is,” says Taylor. “I don’t know that we would have gotten the kind of deal with a major this time around.”

Clearly put off by the handling of previous record My Dinosaur Life - which peaked at #50 on the ARIA chart - the band settled again with long-time label Epitaph; a welcomed decision by the label’s founder Brett Gurewitz, who had always saved a spot for the five-piece.

“Brett has been nothing but amazing to us as a band and as people. He always said if you need a home, come back. And that was when we left his label to go to a major label!

“Obviously he wasn’t letting pride or anything get in his way,” Taylor sounds surprised. “We just felt like that was really special, so it made sense to go back to them.”

As far as press interviews go, Taylor is the most emphatically realistic of the bunch; although his view of the music giants has become somewhat chinked in recent years, he’s honest about the reasons for taking that road and he doesn’t stand alone when addressing the dwindling value of pop-punk to the big four.

“I don’t know that majors are willing to offer the resources,” Taylor muses. “Coming back to a place like Epitaph who are more concerned with putting out music, it seems like they’re more willing to take a chance on art than a major label. A major is more concerned about the dollar sign sometimes and that’s obviously what we got caught up in,” he admits. “Maybe we didn’t measure up to what they expected; that’s why our term with them ended so short.”

Perhaps this is one of the reasons behind Boombox Generation, the label the band started “without any specific goal in mind.” The venture ultimately became an independence buffer, used to release Go in conjunction with Epitaph. Taylor assures us they’re not about to become a one-stop music generating shop though. “We’re not ready to sit down and become a company and crunch numbers and work out a marketing plan within our band. We just want to get the name out there and have Epitaph on it as well as a cool co-joint venture.”

Unfortunately, with Epitaph holding a greater percentage of the reins it wasn’t the band’s choice when the album leaked, the second time it has happened with the label. Go’s false start didn’t cause nearly as much upset as 2005’s Commit This To Memory though, which leaked three months before its set date and “was a different time when people were still actually buying music.” But for the nostalgic five who thrived in an age where their dreamy pop was delivered to their fans encased in equally light-hearted artwork, a digital leak took all the sheen away.

“We were upset at first because it has a due date, that’s the date that your baby will be born, the date you had in your head when people will hear it. All of a sudden it’s out and people are getting it from a website that’s streaming it,” he fusses. “They’re downloading it and it doesn’t have the packaging and it’s not beautiful like you wanted it to be. But now it’s out and people have been saying how much they like it on social media so now I’m really happy - at least it wasn’t the demos that leaked,” he laughs nervously, as not to jinx it.

Despite what the marketing team behind Motion City Soundtrack would have you believe, their sunny blend of hook-laden pop and honest-to-goodness rock isn’t just that nowadays. After all, with members sitting on the wrong side of thirty, one can’t expect or much less even want more numbers about that juvenile relationship you wish you weren’t in. This year’s Go touches on mortality, loved ones lost and even the admittance of Pierre’s own self-loathing.

This time around we’re at a certain age, we’re in our thirties and I hate to admit that but we’re starting to think a little more about life in general and how quickly things are seeming to fly by now… [Go is] about life and the fact that we need to really enjoy it while we have it.”