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Turn off the
headlights. Throw away the roadmap. Take your hands off the
wheel and just coast, heading everywhere and nowhere.
There’s a crash coming soon, oh yes, a spectacular crash, but
just savor the weightlessness, the anticipation, the thrill of
surrendering control. That’s what it feels like being in The
Cooper Temple Clause. Every fucking day." We discovered, doing
this record,” says Ben Gautrey of Kick Up The Fire, And Let
The Flames Break Loose--croaky from his 374th
festival appearance today--“that we were a lot tighter and could
play our instruments a lot better than we could two years ago
when we made our first album. We do seem to be getting slightly
better. We were having a big conversation the other day about
guitarists who can't really play their instruments but just try
to get a sound out, and it comes out fresher. We see ourselves
as bad musicians who just get a sound out." A Cooper Temple
Clause who couldn’t play their instruments managed to rip the
heart, soul, guts and genitalia out of every venue, festival
tent and aftershow bar in the known universe while
simultaneously having Top Twenty hits and producing a Top Six
debut album. A Cooper Temple Clause who 'do seem to be getting
slightly better’, therefore, are frankly dangerous. And
all this beautiful chaos from such ambition-throttlingly mundane
beginnings…During the late-nineties Britpop fallout TCTC were a
bunch of Reading freaks drawn together by three vital factors:
1) they went to the same school, 2) they were all, according to
the Reading lager fascists, ‘weirdo's’ (i.e. they were the only
six kids in Hertfordshire with any semblance of personalities)
and 3) they or their brothers or their brothers’ mates’
dentist’s dog knew synth’n’sample contortionist Tom Bellamy, who
in turn knew that he was a rock’n’roll Messiah in search of
disciples.
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