Tin­der­sticks - ‘Tin­der­sticks’

The Irish Times - Friday - The Ticket - - NEWS -

The strange uni­verse of mu­sic world is for­ever throw­ing up co­nun­drums. How is it that Tin­der­sticks are strug­gling to stay afloat when more pol­ished but less in­ter­est­ing ver­sions like The Na­tional are main-stage main­stays? There are so many vari­ables in how and why artists climb the lad­der – it is un­wise to try fig­ure it out due to a thing called point­less­ness. Bet­ter to use the time cel­e­brat­ing the orig­i­nal and the best.

It was in 1993 when No Disco started, and my first-ever in­ter­view was with a man called Stu­art Sta­ples. Turns out it was his first in­ter­view too. So he brought two friends and band­mates, Dave Boul­ter and Dickon Hinch­liffe, along for moral sup­port. I had lis­tened to noth­ing else but their de­but al­bum for months, I was so spell­bound by its se­duc­tive low­light al­lure.

The three had trav­elled from Not­ting­ham by bus just to talk to us. I was hum­bled and al­most dumb­struck by their ef­fort. All three wore tai­lored suits and over­coats of faded glory. Sta­ples wore a hat. Only the fool­hardy would at­tempt wear­ing a fe­dora, but he owned it. For all their style and ef­fort­less cool, they were shy, unas­sum­ing and gen­er­ous.

The al­bum is a mas­ter­piece of dark po­etic re­al­ism cre­ated by Sta­ples. His semi-bari­tone voice sounds suit­ably weary, con­sis­tent with much of bleaker moods that dom­i­nate all four sides of the LP. The record has an at­mos­phere like no other. It is clouded in mist, smog and smoke.

The op­po­site of the vari­ables that make the mighty strug­gle and av­er­age dom­i­nate is that glo­ri­ous ran­dom­ness that brings a bunch of peo­ple to­gether who, com­bined, have the skills, drive and abil­ity to come up with some­thing new. Tin­der­sticks was a ground­breaker.

The man re­spon­si­ble for the eerie key­board wiz­ardry is Boul­ter. A man who let his mu­sic do the talk­ing, he never said a sin­gle word dur­ing the No Disco in­ter­view. Sta­ples was clearly ner­vous and his slight stam­mer more pro­nounced un­der the lights.He could have said noth­ing at all, and I would’ve got where they were com­ing from. His hon­esty matched his hu­mil­ity. A gen­tle­man and a scholar.

Newspapers in English

Newspapers from Ireland

© PressReader. All rights reserved.