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The Experimental Pop Band

experimental pop band
“Tarmac And Flames”
Released 2004

Writing songs has been part of my life for, ohh, decades. I’ve lost count of how many I have written, recorded and released. None have ever made it into the charts, even though maybe a few should have. Teetering on the edge of cult status and dreaming of more acceptance is an uncomfortable position to be in. Part time work vs transit van superstardom is a complicated process of love, regret n’ poverty.

Success does matter to me. Sure I would like Jools Holland to jam with the band! Yes I would like my backstage Glastonbury pass! Yes I would like to stop doing the succession of low life jobs that just about make ends meet. Although there is something romantic about catching the bus into work at 7am while imagining the whole life of the girl with huge earrings and scrapped back skull tight hair, who is sat in front of me (she is listening to Craig David on her personal hi-fi). It’s raining, I’m hung over, danced till 3, was a hapless flirt. I guess I would like another kind of life too. The luck, the hoops, the right place, right time music biz chaos will dictate that, not logic.

“Tarmac And Flames” is the fourth album by the experimental pop band. As a rule of thumb, most bands are way past their peak by the fourth album, normally attributed to too much touring, e.g. no sleep, drug n’ general fucking madness. Ego in fighting because the singer is the only one who gets his/her mug on the cover of the rock press (nothing wrong with that!), and musical differences, which is actually a mix of ego and royalty rate distribution shenanigans within the band. So in an ass backward way, a lack of success is actually good for your music! But will anyone get to hear it?

I have always approached the making of an experimental pop band album as if it might be the last record I ever make. So in many ways “Tarmac And Flames” could be our debut record. It’s the first for our new label Cooking Vinyl. The label wanted me to say something about the album, hence all the chitter-chatter above, which may or may not be helpful. I suspect it’s a bit vague, rambling, so I will try to be a bit more concise.

Take your time to listen. Most of this album is about growing up in Bristol and occasionally escaping it. I pray that it sounds like nothing else you have heard for a long while, so it’s fresh, it’s summer, it’s winter too. We could be on TOTP playing “Tarmac And Flames”, “Weekend” or “The Hippies Don’t Know”. We could be playing “Crow Ventura” in that dingy little club in town where the freaks only go. (Except we will never play that song live.) We are dressed in leather, gyrating around a pole to “Can’t Stand It”. “Older Now” might be a true story. “Accident” is. “Desert Me” is scary. Much of the album is tragic, sad and funny. I decided to sing a bit on this album, hope that don’t upset the retro folk suckers! I’m no salesman, judge the rest for yourself.

Davey Woodward

experimental pop band are … Keith Bailey (drums) / Joe Rooney (keyboards) / Phil Willmot (bass) / Davey Woodward (vocals, guitar)

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