The Music That Made Me - Ali (Cloud Underground/Bandits)
As part of a new series, someone will be sharing their life through the music that shaped them. This week, we talked to guitarist - alihsf.
Ali is THE journeyman of the local music scene. Heโs been the go-to gun for hire, having been in over 20 bands during his time here, such as Colours, Mountains, November On Earth, Classy Wallet, Yuppie Killer, Machines, Visuals, Swan Eater, Ghosts, Meteors, Emperors, Goths On The Beach, Lucy Valentine, and his two current focal projects, Bandits, & Cloud Underground.
This Saturday in Busan, Cloud Underground will be joined by a top lineup of bands such as Re:Nier, Moon, Night & Stars, and Lee Pete. Ahead of that, though, Ali shares the music that made him who he is today.
First album I ever bought / ๋ด๊ฐ ์ฐ ์ฒซ ์จ๋ฒ
Metallica - Ride The Lightning (1984)
In my mid-teens, and for convoluted reasons, I ended up living in Tehran, Iran, for one year between 1999-2000 (Solar Hijri Calendar 1377-1378). Iran is the country of my parents, and I was living with my uncle, his wife, and three cousins. One of them introduced me to Metallicaโs black album and then the whole discography with forays into Sepultura, Pantera, Slayerโฆbut not Iron Maiden (too cheesy).
All Western music is prohibited in Iran, freedoms are scant, and life for some is filled with dreams of escape and release. Some do it through academia, some through art, many through drugs (sadly), and we did it through music. Head banging and playing air guitar to Battery or Creeping Death around our bedroom.
After returning to England, I saved up my pennies and bought a copy of Ride The Lightning. I returned to Iran a year later and smuggled the CD in my suitcase to gift to my cousin. That was the last time I visited Iran.
10๋ ์ค๋ฐ์ ๋ณต์กํ ์ด์ ๋ก 1999~2000๋ (ํ์๋ ฅ 1377~1378๋ ) 1๋ ๋์ ์ด๋ ํ ํค๋์์ ์ด๊ฒ ๋์์ด์. ์ด๋์ ๋ถ๋ชจ๋์ ๋๋ผ์๊ณ ์ ๋ ์ผ์ด๊ณผ ์ผ์ด์ ์๋ด, ์ฌ์ด ์ธ ๋ช ๊ณผ ํจ๊ป ์ด๊ณ ์์์ด์. ๊ทธ์ค ํ ๋ช ์ด ๋ฉํ๋ฆฌ์นด์ ๋ธ๋ ์จ๋ฒ์ ์๊ฐํด์คฌ๊ณ , ๊ทธ ํ ์ธํํฌ๋ผ, ํํ ๋ผ, ์ฌ๋ ์ด์ด(๋๋ฌด ์ธ๊ตฌ๋ ค์ธ ์์ด์ธ ๋ฉ์ด๋ ์ ์ ์ธ)์ ์ ์ฒด ์๋ฐ์ ์๊ฐํด์คฌ์ด์.
์ด๋์์๋ ๋ชจ๋ ์์ ์์ ์ด ๊ธ์ง๋์ด ์๊ณ ์์ ๊ฐ ๋ถ์กฑํ๋ฉฐ ์ผ๋ถ์ ์ถ์ ํ์ถ๊ณผ ํด๋ฐฉ์ ๋ํ ๊ฟ์ผ๋ก ๊ฐ๋ ์ฐจ ์์ต๋๋ค. ์ผ๋ถ๋ ํ๋ฌธ์ ํตํด, ์ผ๋ถ๋ ์์ ์ ํตํด, ๋ง์ ์ฌ๋๋ค์ (์ฌํ๊ฒ๋) ๋ง์ฝ์ ํตํด, ๊ทธ๋ฆฌ๊ณ ์ฐ๋ฆฌ๋ ์์ ์ ํตํด ๊ทธ๊ฒ์ ํด๋์ต๋๋ค. ์นจ์ค์์ ๋ฐฐํฐ๋ฆฌ๋ ํฌ๋ฆฌํ ๋ฐ์ค์ ๋ง์ถฐ ๋จธ๋ฆฌ๋ฅผ ๋๋๋ฆฌ๋ฉฐ ์์ด ๊ธฐํ๋ฅผ ์ฐ์ฃผํ์ฃ .
์๊ตญ์ผ๋ก ๋์์จ ํ ์ ๋ ๋์ ๋ชจ์ Ride The Lightning์ ๊ตฌ์ ํ์ต๋๋ค. 1๋ ํ ์ด๋์ผ๋ก ๋์์์ ์ฌ์ด์๊ฒ ์ ๋ฌผํ๊ธฐ ์ํด ์ฌํ ๊ฐ๋ฐฉ์ CD๋ฅผ ๋ชฐ๋ ๋ฃ์์ต๋๋ค. ๊ทธ๊ฒ ์ ๊ฐ ์ด๋์ ๋ง์ง๋ง์ผ๋ก ๋ฐฉ๋ฌธํ ๊ฒ์ด์์ฃ .
The song that changed my life / ๋ด ์ธ์์ ๋ฐ๊พผ ๋ ธ๋
65daysofstatic - Retreat! Retreat! (from The Fall Of Math 2004)
At university, I started getting into post-rock and instrumental music. I never really cared for lyrics too much. I listened to the classics: Godspeed! You Black Emperor, Mogwai, Explosions In The Sky, Isis (not that one), Mono, etc. The first band I was ever in was named โAs The Sparks Fly Upwardsโ (a Silver Mt. Zion album). We wrote one song, and it was 25 minutes long.
โฆbut in my heart, I still wanted energy, I wanted immediate release, I wanted a BPM faster than 60 and songs shorter than 9 minutes.
65daysofstatic opened my tiny little mind to the world of noisy guitars violently clashing with phat beats, glitchy drums, dirty sub-bass and euphoric synths. Music made in cold concrete basements in the north of England and on cracked music software. Retreat! Retreat! is 4 minutes of glorious, life-affirming music. So utterly full of emotion and drive, and GODDAMN IT, YES, THIS IS SO GOOD, and why am I laughing and crying at the same time? THIS NEGATIVE ENERGY JUST MAKES ME STRONGER; WE WILL NOT RETREAT; THIS BAND IS UNSTOPPABLEโฆ and for a little while, neither am I.
๋ํ์์ ์ ๋ ํฌ์คํธ ๋ก๊ณผ ๊ธฐ์ ์์ ์ ํ๊ธฐ ์์ํ์ด์. ์ ๋ ๊ฐ์ฌ์ ํฌ๊ฒ ์ ๊ฒฝ์ ์ฐ์ง ์์์ด์. ํด๋์์ ๋ค์์ฃ : Godspeed! ์ ๋ธ๋ ์ ํผ๋ฌ, ๋ชจ๊ทธ์์ด, ์ต์คํ๋ก๋ ์ด์ ์ค ์ธ ๋ ์ค์นด์ด, ์ด์์ค(๊ทธ๊ฑฐ ๋ง๊ณ ), ๋ชจ๋ ธ ๋ฑ์ ๋ค์์ฃ . ์ ๊ฐ ์ฒ์ ํ๋ํ ๋ฐด๋์ ์ด๋ฆ์ โAs The Sparks Fly Upwardsโ(์ค๋ฒ ๋ง์ดํธ ์์จ ์จ๋ฒ)์์ด์. ๊ณก์ ํ ๊ณก์ด์๊ณ ๊ธธ์ด๋ 25๋ถ์ด์์ด์.
ํ์ง๋ง ๋ง์์์ผ๋ก๋ ์ฌ์ ํ ์๋์ง๋ฅผ ์ํ๊ณ , ์ฆ๊ฐ์ ์ธ ๋ฐ๋งค๋ฅผ ์ํ๊ณ , 60๋ณด๋ค ๋น ๋ฅธ BPM๊ณผ 9๋ถ๋ณด๋ค ์งง์ ๊ณก์ ์ํ์ด์.
ํป ๋นํธ, ๊ธ๋ฆฌ์น ๋๋ผ, ๋ํฐ ์๋ธ ๋ฒ ์ด์ค, ํ๋ณต๊ฐ ๋์น๋ ์ ๋์ฌ์ด์ ์ ๊ฒฉ๋ ฌํ๊ฒ ์ถฉ๋ํ๋ ์๋๋ฌ์ด ๊ธฐํ์ ์ธ๊ณ์ 65daysofstatic์ด ์ ์์ ๋ง์์ ์ด์์ต๋๋ค. ์๊ตญ ๋ถ๋ถ์ ์ฐจ๊ฐ์ด ์ฝํฌ๋ฆฌํธ ์งํ์ค์์ ํฌ๋๋ ์์ ์ํํธ์จ์ด๋ก ๋ง๋ ์์ . Retreat! Retreat! ๋ 4๋ถ ๋์์ ์๊ด์ค๋ฝ๊ณ ์ถ์ ๊ธ์ ํ๋ ์์ ์ ๋๋ค. ์์ ํ ๊ฐ์ ๊ณผ ์ถ์ง๋ ฅ์ผ๋ก ๊ฐ๋ ์ฐจ์ ์ ์ฅ, ์ ๋ง ์ข๋ค, ์ ๋๋ ๋์์ ์๊ณ ์ธ๊ณ ์๋ ๊ฑธ๊น์? ์ด ๋ถ์ ์ ์ธ ์๋์ง๋ ๋๋ฅผ ๋ ๊ฐํ๊ฒ ๋ง๋ค๊ณ , ์ฐ๋ฆฌ๋ ํํดํ์ง ์์ ๊ฒ์ด๋ฉฐ, ์ด ๋ฐด๋๋ ๋ฉ์ถ ์ ์์ต๋๋ค... ๊ทธ๋ฆฌ๊ณ ์ ์ ๋์์ ์ ๋ ๋ง์ฐฌ๊ฐ์ง์ ๋๋ค.
A song that reminds me of my childhood / ์ด๋ฆฐ ์์ ์ ๋ ์ฌ๋ฆฌ๊ฒ ํ๋ ๋ ธ๋
Sash - Encore Une Fois (Future Breeze Edit) (from Itโs my Life 1997)
In the mid-90s, my dad would take trips to London to meet his students who worked at IBM and other computer companies. I would join just to hang out and hope we had time to visit Little Chef on the way.
Returning home and half asleep I would lean against the window and watch the rain drops run down the pane as we made our way back north through London traffic and British weather. My dad has no interest in music, so he would just put on late night BBC Radio One to fill the silence.
Dance, techno, club music, and happy hardcore: Euro trash was at its peak. Faithless, Underworld, 808 State, Massive Attack, Robert Miles. I had no idea who these people were. I had no clue about club culture and all that went with it (I was 10), but when I hear anything from that era, Iโm instantly taken back to those late-night car journeys as I slowlyโฆdriftedโฆto sleepโฆ
90๋ ๋ ์ค๋ฐ์ ์๋ฒ์ง๋ IBM๊ณผ ๋ค๋ฅธ ์ปดํจํฐ ํ์ฌ์์ ์ผํ๋ ์ ์๋ค์ ๋ง๋๊ธฐ ์ํด ๋ฐ๋์ผ๋ก ์ฌํ์ ๊ฐ๊ณค ํ์ จ์ด์. ์ ๋ ๊ทธ๋ฅ ๊ฐ์ด ๋๊ธฐ ์ํด ํฉ๋ฅํ๊ณ ๊ฐ๋ ๊ธธ์ ๋ฆฌํ ์ ฐํ๋ฅผ ๋ฐฉ๋ฌธํ ์๊ฐ์ด ์์์ผ๋ฉด ์ข๊ฒ ๋ค๊ณ ์๊ฐํ์ต๋๋ค.
์ง์ ๋์์ ๋ฐ์ฏค ์ ๋ ์ ๋ ์ฐฝ๋ฌธ์ ๊ธฐ๋์ด ์ฐฝ๋ฌธ ์๋๋ก ๋จ์ด์ง๋ ๋น๋ฐฉ์ธ์ ๋ฐ๋ผ๋ณด๋ฉฐ ๋ฐ๋์ ๊ตํต์ฒด์ฆ๊ณผ ์๊ตญ์ ๋ ์จ๋ฅผ ๋ซ๊ณ ๋ถ์ชฝ์ผ๋ก ๋์๊ฐ๋ ๋ชจ์ต์ ์ง์ผ๋ณด๊ณค ํ์ต๋๋ค. ์์ ์ ๊ด์ฌ์ด ์์ผ์ จ๋ ์๋ฒ์ง๋ ์ฌ์ผ์ BBC ๋ผ๋์ค 1์ ํ์ด๋๊ณ ์ ๋งํจ์ ์ฑ์ฐ๊ณค ํ์ จ์ฃ .
๋์ค, ํ ํฌ๋ ธ, ํด๋ฝ ์์ , ํ๋ณตํ ํ๋์ฝ์ด, ์ ๋ก ์ฐ๋ ๊ธฐ๊ฐ ์ ์ ์ ๋ฌํ์ฃ . ํ์ด์ค๋ฆฌ์ค, ์ธ๋์๋, 808 ์คํ ์ดํธ, ๋งค์๋ธ ์ดํ, ๋ก๋ฒํธ ๋ง์ผ์ค. ์ ๋ ์ด ์ฌ๋๋ค์ด ๋๊ตฐ์ง๋ ๋ชฐ๋๊ณ ํด๋ฝ ๋ฌธํ์ ๊ทธ์ ๋ฐ๋ฅธ ๋ชจ๋ ๊ฒ์ ๋ํด ์ ํ ๋ชฐ๋์ง๋ง(์ ๋ 10์ด์ด์์ฃ ), ๊ทธ ์๋์ ์์ ์ ๋ค์ผ๋ฉด ์ฆ์ ๋ฆ์ ๋ฐค ์๋์ฐจ ์ฌํ์ ํ๋ฉด์ ์ฒ์ฒํ... ์ ๋ค๊ธฐ ์ํด... ํ๋ฅํ๋ฉด์... ๊ทธ ์์ ๋ก ๋์๊ฐ๋๋ค.
The song that made me want to make music / ์์ ์ ํ๊ณ ์ถ๊ฒ ๋ง๋ ๋ ธ๋
At The Drive In - One Armed Scissor (live on Laterโฆwith Jools Holland Saturday 9th December 2000)
My first real job was working at a music store in Leicester. With my staff discount, I picked up a DVD of rock bands playing on the BBC flagship music performance show โLaterโฆwith Jools Hollandโ. A typically middle of the road show this DVD had performances from Sonic Youth, Foo Fighters, Queens of the Stone Age, PJ Harveyโฆbut given the nature of the show most of the performances are tame, careful, boring reproductions of the bandsโ CD recordings.
And then, there is this version of One Armed Scissor by At The Drive In, a band on the verge of imploding, by all accounts full of self-loathing and hatred for each other and the music they were playing. It's a messy, messy version of the song. Out of key, out of tune, rough and borderline amateurish, but all of this is what makes it an amazing experience. The popular music at the time was sugary pop music, and before that, Brit-popโฆall style and minimal substance. This video, this beautiful noise, made me think that every show and every band I play in should be like this all the time.
Iโll be honest, I know Iโm not a great musician, but seeing this made me believe that doesnโt matterโฆpick up an instrument, plug it in and make some goddamn noise. I know Iโm an old man yelling at clouds, but too many bands (and promoters, venue owners, etc) are focused on perfect sounds, perfect appearance, perfect uniform line ups. Fuck that, care less, be shambolic, and have some fun.
The artist that followed At The Drive-In that day was gurning English pop prick Robbie Williams. At the end of the video, you see him in a daze leaning on his elbows as some arse-water piano kicks in. If At The Drive-In didnโt say it clearly enough, โfuck you Robbie.โ
์ ์ ์ฒซ ์ง์ฅ์ ๋ ์คํฐ์ ์๋ฐ ๊ฐ๊ฒ์์ ์ผํ ๊ฒ์ด์์ต๋๋ค. ์ง์ ํ ์ธ์ ๋ฐ์ BBC์ ๋ํ ์์ ๊ณต์ฐ ์ผ์ธ โ๋์ค์...์๋ ์ค์ค ํ๋๋โ์์ ๋ก ๋ฐด๋๊ฐ ์ฐ์ฃผํ๋ DVD๋ฅผ ์์ด์. ์๋ ์ ์ค, ํธ ํ์ดํฐ์ค, ํธ์ฆ ์ค๋ธ ๋ ์คํค ์์ด์ง, PJ ํ๋น ๋ฑ์ ๊ณต์ฐ์ด ๋ด๊ธด ์ด DVD๋ ์ ํ์ ์ธ ๋ก๋์ผ์ ์ค๊ฐ ๋ฒ์ ์ด์ง๋ง, ์ผ์ ํน์ฑ์ ๋๋ถ๋ถ์ ๊ณต์ฐ์ ๋ฐด๋์ CD ๋ ์ฝ๋ฉ์ ์กฐ์ฌ์ค๋ฝ๊ณ ์ง๋ฃจํ๊ฒ ์ฌ์ํ ๊ฒ์ด์์ต๋๋ค.
๊ทธ๋ฆฌ๊ณ ๋ถ๊ดด ์ง์ ์ ๋ฐด๋ ์ณ ๋ ๋๋ผ์ด๋ธ ์ธ์ ์ ์๋จธ๋ ๊ฐ์(One Armed Scissor) ๋ฒ์ ์ ์๋ก์ ๋ํ ์๊ธฐ ํ์ค์ ์ฆ์ค๋ก ๊ฐ๋ ์ฐจ ์๊ณ , ์์ ๋ค์ด ์ฐ์ฃผํ๋ ์์ ์ ๋ํ ์ฆ์ค๋ก ๊ฐ๋ ์ฐจ ์์ต๋๋ค. ์ด ๋ ธ๋๋ ์ง์ ๋ถํ๊ณ ์ง์ ๋ถํ ๋ฒ์ ์ ๋๋ค. ์์ ์ด ๋ง์ง ์๊ณ , ์กฐ์จ๋ ์ ๋๊ณ , ๊ฑฐ์น ๊ณ , ์๋ง์ถ์ด์ ๊ฐ๊น์ ์ง๋ง ์ด ๋ชจ๋ ๊ฒ์ด ๋๋ผ์ด ๊ฒฝํ์ ์ ์ฌํฉ๋๋ค. ๋น์ ๋์ค์์ ์ ๋ฌ์ฝคํ ํ ์์ ์ด์๊ณ ๊ทธ ์ ์๋ ๋ธ๋ฆฟํ์ด์๋๋ฐ, ์คํ์ผ๋ง ์๊ณ ์ค์ฒด๋ ๊ฑฐ์ ์๋ ์์ ์ด์์ฃ . ์ด ๋น๋์ค, ์ด ์๋ฆ๋ค์ด ๋ ธ์ด์ฆ๋ ์ ๊ฐ ํ๋ ๋ชจ๋ ๊ณต์ฐ๊ณผ ๋ชจ๋ ๋ฐด๋๊ฐ ํญ์ ์ด๋ ๊ฒ ๋์ด์ผ ํ๋ค๊ณ ์๊ฐํ๊ฒ ๋ง๋ค์์ต๋๋ค.
์์งํ ๋งํด์ ์ ๊ฐ ํ๋ฅญํ ๋ฎค์ง์ ์ ์๋์ง๋ง, ์ด ์์์ ๋ณด๋ฉด์ ์ ๊ธฐ๋ฅผ ๋ค๊ณ ํ๋ฌ๊ทธ๋ฅผ ๊ฝ๊ณ ์์์ ๋ด๋ ์๊ด์๋ค๊ณ ์๊ฐํ๊ฒ ๋์์ด์. ์ ๊ฐ ๊ตฌ๋ฆ์๊ฒ ์๋ฆฌ์น๋ ๋์์ด์ธ ๊ฑด ์์ง๋ง, ๋๋ฌด ๋ง์ ๋ฐด๋(๊ทธ๋ฆฌ๊ณ ํ๋ก๋ชจํฐ, ๊ณต์ฐ์ฅ ์์ ์ฃผ ๋ฑ)๊ฐ ์๋ฒฝํ ์ฌ์ด๋, ์๋ฒฝํ ์ธ๋ชจ, ์๋ฒฝํ ๊ท ์ผํ ๋ผ์ธ์ ์ ์ง์คํ๊ณ ์์ต๋๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ฐ ๊ฑด ์ง์ด์น์ฐ๊ณ , ๋ ์ ๊ฒฝ ์ฐ๊ณ , ์๋ฑํ๊ฒ ๋๊ณ , ์ฆ๊ธฐ์ธ์.
๊ทธ๋ ๋๋ผ์ด๋ธ ์ธ์ ๋ค๋ฅผ ์ด์ ์ํฐ์คํธ๋ ์๊ตญ ํ์ ๊ฑฐ์ฅ ๋ก๋น ์๋ฆฌ์์ค์์ต๋๋ค. ์์ ๋ง๋ฏธ์๋ ๋ฉํ ํ์ ์ผ๋ก ํ๊ฟ์น์ ๊ธฐ๋์ด ๋ฉํ ํ์ ์ผ๋ก ํผ์๋ ธ๋ฅผ ์น๊ณ ์๋ ๊ทธ์ ๋ชจ์ต์ด ๋์ต๋๋ค. ์ณ ๋ ๋๋ผ์ด๋ธ ์ธ์ด ์ถฉ๋ถํ ๋ช ํํ๊ฒ ๋งํ์ง ์์๋ค๋ฉด โ์ฟ ๋จน์ด, ๋ก๋นโ๋ผ๊ณ ๋งํ์ ๊ฒ๋๋ค.
The first song I fell in love with / ์ ๊ฐ ์ฒ์ ์ฌ๋์ ๋น ์ง ๋ ธ๋
Deftones - Be Quiet & Drive (Far Away) (from Around The Fur 1997)
Returning from Iran in the summer of 2000, I brought my love of old metal to a world in the throws of Nu-Metal. And I wonโt lie, I dabbled. I saw Evanescence in concert, I taped music videos from System of a Down and Linkin Park onto VHS, and I went to alternative/goth night clubs and moshed to Korn and Slipknot. I had buddies who were into Rob Zombie and Marilyn Manson, but the band that changed me from a passive listener to an active obsessive was Deftones.
This is the song that I would play, and I would hug the CD player and press it against my ears in order to dig out the mysteries within. How does that guitar sound like that? What is that ghostly sound just before the drums kick in? What the hell is Chino singing? What is he singing about? What is a chorus? What is song structure? How does a song go from loud to LOUD to LOUDER? What influenced this?
It took me to their follow-up album, White Pony. And then side-project Team Sleep. And then The Cure. And then My Bloody Valentine. And all the other doors opened in my โjourney of musical discoveryโ.
2000๋ ์ฌ๋ฆ ์ด๋์์ ๋์์จ ์ ๋ ์ค๋๋ ๊ธ์์ ๋ํ ์ ์ ์ฌ๋์ ๋ด๋ฉํ์ ์ธ๊ณ๋ก ๊ฐ์ ธ์์ต๋๋ค. ๊ฑฐ์ง๋ง์ ํ์ง ์๊ฒ ์ต๋๋ค. ์๋ฐ๋ค์ผ์ค ์ฝ์ํธ๋ฅผ ๋ณด์๊ณ , ์์คํ ์ค๋ธ ์ด ๋ค์ด๊ณผ ๋ฆฐํจ ํํฌ์ ๋ฎค์ง ๋น๋์ค๋ฅผ VHS์ ๋ นํํ๊ณ , ์ผํฐ๋ํฐ๋ธ/๊ณ ์ค ๋์ดํธ ํด๋ฝ์ ๊ฐ์ ์ฝ๊ณผ ์ฌ๋ฆฝ๋ซ์ ์์ ์ ๋ค์ผ๋ฉฐ ์ถค์ ์ท์ฃ . ๋กญ ์ข๋น๋ ๋ง๋ฆด๋ฆฐ ๋งจ์จ์ ์ข์ํ๋ ์น๊ตฌ๋ค์ด ์์์ง๋ง, ์ ๋ฅผ ์๋์ ์ธ ์ฒญ์ทจ์์์ ์ ๊ทน์ ์ธ ์ง์ฐฉ์๋ก ๋ฐ๊พผ ๋ฐด๋๋ ๋ฐํํค์ฆ์์ต๋๋ค.
์ด ๊ณก์ ์ ๊ฐ CD ํ๋ ์ด์ด๋ฅผ ๊ปด์๊ณ ๊ท์ ๋๊ณ ๊ทธ ์์ ์ ๋น๋ฅผ ํํค์น๊ธฐ ์ํด ์ฌ์ํ๋ ๊ณก์ ๋๋ค. ์ ๊ธฐํ ์๋ฆฌ๊ฐ ์ด๋ป๊ฒ ์ ๋ ๊ฒ ๋ค๋ฆฌ์ง? ๋๋ผ์ด ์์๋๊ธฐ ์ง์ ์ ์ ๋ น ๊ฐ์ ์๋ฆฌ๋ ๋ฌด์์ผ๊น์? ์น๋ ธ๋ ๋์ฒด ๋ญ ๋ ธ๋ํ๋ ๊ฑธ๊น? ๋ฌด์์ ๋ํด ๋ ธ๋ํ๋ ๊ฑธ๊น์? ์ฝ๋ฌ์ค๋ ๋ฌด์์ธ๊ฐ์? ๋ ธ๋ ๊ตฌ์กฐ๋ ๋ฌด์์ธ๊ฐ์? ๋ ธ๋๊ฐ ์ด๋ป๊ฒ ํฐ ์๋ฆฌ์์ ํฐ ์๋ฆฌ๋ก ๋ฐ๋๋์? ์ด๋ค ์ํฅ์ ๋ฐ์๋์?
์ ๋ ๊ทธ๋ค์ ํ์ ์จ๋ฒ White Pony๋ฅผ ๋ค์์ด์. ๊ทธ๋ฆฌ๊ณ ์ฌ์ด๋ ํ๋ก์ ํธ์ธ ํ ์ฌ๋ฆฝ๋์. ๊ทธ๋ฆฌ๊ณ ๋ ํ์ด. ๊ทธ๋ฆฌ๊ณ ๋ง์ด ๋ธ๋ฌ๋ ๋ฐ๋ ํ์ธ. ๊ทธ๋ฆฌ๊ณ ์ '์์ ์ ๋ฐ๊ฒฌ์ ์ฌ์ '์์ ์ด๋ฆฐ ๋ค๋ฅธ ๋ชจ๋ ๋ฌธ๋ค.
The last album that blew my mind / ๋ด ๋ง์์ ์ฌ๋ก์ก์ ๋ง์ง๋ง ์จ๋ฒ
USA Nails - Character Stop (2020)
These days, I can only enjoy the UK underground music scene from afar, but one thing the UK has always been good at is dark, dirty, rye (without being stupidly comedic) bands full of discordant guitars, driving bass, and the influence of a day job at Tescos. Not angry, just bored.
USA Nails are the kind of band I would watch in the backroom of some old-man pub with sticky floors and 20 people in attendance. Iโd drink a horrible Jack Danielโs and faux-Coke and have my ears blown away by noise so I canโt sleep that night. Whilst they would crawl into a sleeping bag and cram into a van the next morning to drive 5 hours for the same gig. The kind of band that makes me proud to be British.
์์ฆ์ ์๊ตญ ์ธ๋๊ทธ๋ผ์ด๋ ์์ ์ ์ ๋ฉ๋ฆฌ์๋ง ์ฆ๊ธธ ์ ์์ง๋ง, ์๊ตญ์ด ํญ์ ์ํ๋ ํ ๊ฐ์ง๋ ์ด๋ก๊ณ ๋๋ฝ๊ณ ํธ๋ฐ(๋ฉ์ฒญํ ์ฝ๋ฏธ๋ ์์ด), ๋ถํํ์ ๊ธฐํ๋ก ๊ฐ๋ํ ๋ฐด๋, ์ด์ ํ๋ ๋ฒ ์ด์ค, ํ ์ค์ฝ์์ ์ผํ๋ ์ผ์ฉ์ง์ ์ํฅ๋ ฅ์ ๋๋ค. ํ๋ ๊ฒ ์๋๋ผ ์ง๋ฃจํ ๊ฑฐ์ฃ .
USA Nails๋ ๋ฐ๋ฅ์ด ๋์ ๊ฑฐ๋ฆฌ๊ณ 20๋ช ์ด ์์ ์๋ ๋ก์ ํ์ ๋ท๋ฐฉ์์ ๋ณผ ์ ์๋ ๊ทธ๋ฐ ๋ฐด๋์ ๋๋ค. ๋์ฐํ ์ญ ๋ค๋์์ค์ ๊ฐ์ง ์ฝ๋ผ๋ฅผ ๋ง์๊ณ ์์์ ๊ท๊ฐ ๋ ์๊ฐ์ ๊ทธ๋ ๋ฐค ์ ์ ๋ชป ์ค์ฃ . ๋ค์ ๋ ์์นจ์๋ ์นจ๋ญ์ ๊ธฐ์ด ๋ค์ด๊ฐ ๋ฐด์ ๋ชธ์ ์ฃ๊ณ ๊ฐ์ ๊ณต์ฐ์ ์ํด 5์๊ฐ์ ์ด์ ํด ๊ฐ๊ณค ํ์ฃ . ์๊ตญ์ธ์ธ ๊ฒ์ด ์๋์ค๋ฌ์์ง๋ ๊ทธ๋ฐ ๋ฐด๋์์ฃ .
The first gig I went to / ๊ฐ ์ฒ์ ๊ฐ๋ ์ฝ์ํธ
Jesse James, Uncle Brian, Bowling For Soup - at the Princess Charlotte in Leicester October 23rd 2002
My mate and I decided to dress like punks. He showed up in a Hawaiian shirt and shorts. I dressed in black jeans, black shirt and Brian Molko-style black eyeliner. We accidentally got stoned. Good times?
์ ์น๊ตฌ์ ์ ๋ ํํฌ์กฑ์ฒ๋ผ ์ท์ ์ ๊ธฐ๋ก ํ์ด์. ๊ทธ๋ ํ์์ด์ ์ ์ธ ์ ๋ฐ๋ฐ์ง๋ฅผ ์ ๊ณ ๋ํ๋ฌ์ด์. ์ ๋ ๊ฒ์ ์ฒญ๋ฐ์ง์ ๊ฒ์ ์ ์ธ ๋ฅผ ์ ๊ณ ๋ธ๋ผ์ด์ธ ๋ชฐ์ฝ ์คํ์ผ์ ๊ฒ์ ์์ด๋ผ์ด๋๋ฅผ ๊ทธ๋ ธ์ฃ . ์ฐ๋ฆฐ ์ค์๋ก ์ฝ์ ์ทจํ์ด์. ์ฌ๋ฐ์๋์?
The song I want to be played at my funeral / ๋ด ์ฅ๋ก์์์ ์ฐ์ฃผ๋๊ณ ์ถ์ ๋ ธ๋
Kelis - Milkshake (from Tasty 2003)
The song I will never get bored of / ์ ๋ ์ง๋ฆฌ์ง ์๋ ๋ ธ๋
Jarcrew - Paris & The New Math (from Breakdance Euphoria Kids/Jarcrew self-titled 2003)
Nonsense lyrics, brilliant riffs, heavy breakdown, a chorus that goes โGreen light, satellite, green light, satellite, green light, green light, green light, green light.โ
Iโve been trying to write this song all my life, and I will never succeed. Iโm not Welsh enough.
๋ง๋ ์ ๋๋ ๊ฐ์ฌ, ํ๋ คํ ๋ฆฌํ, ๋ฌด๊ฑฐ์ด ๋ธ๋ ์ดํฌ๋ค์ด, โ์ด๋ก๋ถ, ์์ฑ, ์ด๋ก๋ถ, ์์ฑ, ์ด๋ก๋ถ ์ด๋ก๋ถ ์ด๋ก๋ถ ์ด๋ก๋ถโ์ด๋ผ๋ ํ๋ ด๊ตฌ.
ํ์ ์ด ๊ณก์ ์ฐ๋ ค๊ณ ๋ ธ๋ ฅํ์ง๋ง ๊ฒฐ์ฝ ์ฑ๊ณตํ ์ ์์์ด์. ์ ๋ ์จ์ผ์ค์ด๋ฅผ ์ถฉ๋ถํ ๋ชปํด์.
A song I wish I had written / ๊ฐ ์ผ์ผ๋ฉด ์ข์์ ๋ ธ๋
Kuang Program - Seoul (from This is the End of Us/์ด๊ฒ์ ์ฐ๋ฆฌ์ ๋ 2012)
I donโt wish I had written this. I hate covers. I donโt want to steal other peopleโs music. Spiritually, it was an influence on the Banditsโ track Busan, but so was Soumbalgwang. Honestly, I just wanted an excuse to put a Korean band in this article. Suck it Jamie.
Kuang Program is my favourite band in Korea. Long may they get weird.
์ด ๊ธ์ ์ฐ์ง ์์์ผ๋ฉด ์ข์์ ํ ๋ฐ์. ๋ ์ปค๋ฒ๊ฐ ์ซ์ด์. ๋จ์ ์์ ์ ํ์น๊ณ ์ถ์ง ์์์. ์ ์ ์ ์ผ๋ก๋ ๋ฐด๋์ธ ์ '๋ถ์ฐ'์ ์ํฅ์ ๋ฐ์์ง๋ง ์จ๋ฐ๊ด๋ ๋ง์ฐฌ๊ฐ์ง์์ด์. ์์งํ ์ด ๊ธฐ์ฌ์ ํ๊ตญ ๋ฐด๋๋ฅผ ๋ฃ์ ํ๊ณ๊ฐ ํ์ํ์ด์. ์ฟ ๋จน์ด๋ผ ์ ์ด๋ฏธ.
์พ ํ๋ก๊ทธ๋จ์ ์ ๊ฐ ํ๊ตญ์์ ๊ฐ์ฅ ์ข์ํ๋ ๋ฐด๋์ ๋๋ค. ์ค๋์ค๋ ์ฌ๋๋ฐ๊ธธ ๋ฐ๋๋๋ค.
One song that you have made that has significant emotional meaning / ์์ ์ด ๋ง๋ ๊ณก ์ค ๊ฐ์ ์ ์ผ๋ก ์ค์ํ ์๋ฏธ๊ฐ ์๋ ๊ณก์ ํ๋๋ง ์ ํํ์ธ์
Machines (or Bandits) - Everythingโs Fine/Be Nice (& Get Shit Done) (from various albums and EPs released between 2017-2023)
I rarely write personal lyrics. I prefer abstract, literary lyrics that no one can trace to the inner workings of my soul.
Everythingโs Fine and Be Nice (& Get Shit Done) are parts of me Iโm happy for everyone to see. Life is good. Life is simple. I donโt stress over big things I canโt control. I like hiking and warm air. Drinking whiskey in the sunshine. Reading a book and listening to John Coltrane. Making small shows and inviting my friends to come and have fun and watch other bands and talk about all that makes life worth living. I try to do it all quietly and without a pompous ego. Maybe I will fail, but itโs okay. Everything is fine, just be nice and get shit doneโฆ
์ ๋ ๊ฐ์ธ์ ์ธ ๊ฐ์ฌ๋ฅผ ๊ฑฐ์ ์ฐ์ง ์์ต๋๋ค. ์๋ฌด๋ ๋ด ์ํผ์ ๋ด๋ฉด์ ์ถ์ ํ ์ ์๋ ์ถ์์ ์ด๊ณ ๋ฌธํ์ ์ธ ๊ฐ์ฌ๋ฅผ ์ ํธํฉ๋๋ค.
'Everything's Fine'๊ณผ 'Be Nice'๋ ๋ชจ๋ ์ฌ๋์ด ๋ณผ ์ ์์ด์ ํ๋ณตํ ์ ์ผ๋ถ์ ๋๋ค. ์ธ์์ ์ข๋ค. ์ธ์์ ๋จ์ํฉ๋๋ค. ์ ๋ ์ ๊ฐ ํต์ ํ ์ ์๋ ํฐ ์ผ๋ก ์คํธ๋ ์ค๋ฅผ ๋ฐ์ง ์์์. ์ ๋ ํ์ดํน๊ณผ ๋ฐ๋ปํ ๊ณต๊ธฐ๋ฅผ ์ข์ํฉ๋๋ค. ํ์ด ์๋์ ์์คํค ๋ง์๊ธฐ. ์ฑ ์ ์ฝ๊ณ ์กด ์ฝํธ๋ ์ธ์ ์์ ์ ๋ฃ์ต๋๋ค. ์์ ๊ณต์ฐ์ ๋ง๋ค๊ณ ์น๊ตฌ๋ค์ ์ด๋ํด ๋ค๋ฅธ ๋ฐด๋์ ๊ณต์ฐ์ ๋ณด๊ณ ์ธ์์ ๊ฐ์น ์๊ฒ ๋ง๋๋ ๋ชจ๋ ๊ฒ์ ๋ํด ์ด์ผ๊ธฐํ๋ ๊ฒ์ ์ข์ํฉ๋๋ค. ์ ๋ ์ด ๋ชจ๋ ๊ฒ์ ๊ฑฐ์ฐฝํ ์์กด์ฌ ์์ด ์กฐ์ฉํ ํ๋ ค๊ณ ๋ ธ๋ ฅํฉ๋๋ค. ์คํจํ ์๋ ์์ง๋ง ๊ด์ฐฎ์์. ๋ชจ๋ ๊ฒ ๊ด์ฐฎ์์, ๊ทธ๋ฅ ์ฐฉํ๊ฒ ์ ํด๋ด๋ฉด ๋ผ์โฆ