"We were asked to do this kids' disco, in a barn, and the place was heated by a big industrial burner, and the fumes were so strong that I ended up getting high and dizzy until I couldn't see the frets on my guitar! In the end I just gave up and floated off into the stratosphere!"
So recalls David graham, bass player of Slaughterhouse 5. Inaccurately, irrelevantly but fashionably named after a book by top sci-fi pacifist Kurt Vonnegut, Slaughterhouse 5's origins are slightly more down-to-earth. Mansfield, Nottinghamshire, to be precise, where, according to guitarist Stevo Tool, "the normal means of artistic expression are mining, drinking and fighting".
They look like a collection of minor early '80s pop stars, but together they produce sweet harmony and a staggering amount of high-speed, thumping, throwaway tunes about domestic strife, drowning sorrows and sinking ships.
'Pathetic Girlfriend', the debut released in January, was one minute and 50 seconds of punk pop to compare with the best of The Undertones or Buzzcocks, exemplifying the Five's Miles Hunt-ish disgruntled boyfriend lyrics, classic Brit-pop harmonies and flat-out speeding buzz.
"Simple songs, simple sentiments, real emotions, real events," summarises frontman Davy Lawrence. And if you're still unconvinced, new single 'Things She Did' and the album 'Wide Open' will surely twist your arm out of its socket. And for the band, it'll mean a step up from the sordid trauma of play-anywhere tours - no more kids' discos or Darby & Joan clubs, God willing.
The band are set to tour America shortly, since the album (released there on IRS last month) unexpectedly received enthusiastic coverage in the press and on college radio. But of course, before a young band can taste the dubious delights of stadium rock and MTV, they have to do a certain amount of brown-nosing, as Davy explains.
"Miles Copeland (former manager of The Police, IRS head honcho and music biz luminary) came up to us at one of our London gigs to congratulate us and all I could say was, 'Fookin' 'ell, Miles - have yer been eatin' garlic? Yer breath fookin' stinks!' I think he was a bit offended but then he came up to me later and said, 'Hey, I love this guy - he's a character!'
"Roughly translated, I think that means he thinks I'm a twat!!" -Johnny Cigarettes, NME