For those of you who don't know our works closely, and that are guided only for what the press says about us, we are no more than a goth or 'dark' band. The confusion came from the beginning, and only because we had the word 'dead' on the name. We never wanted to make music only for people who wears black. Now it seems that we are world music because we combine music from different times and nations. But this is another error. Let me tell you something about the history of Brendan and me.
I was grown in a very poor area of Australia, in a place where only lived greek and turkish families. They were all immigrants that came in ships. There I discovered that I could sing. All over my childhood I was listening to women singing while they washed the clothes. I was fascinated with the power of their voices, even if I didn't know what they were singing. Brendan, instead, always was intended to be a kind of music anthropologist, since he learned to play the guitar, influenced by the music of the Polynesia. When we met, in Melbourne, the punk was just exploding, and we took a decision: we were going to form a group to invent a culture of our own based on every one that we could know. As Australians, we hadn't a defined identity.
At the beginnings of the 80's, we went to London, and there we had the luck to know Ivo, the owner of the 4AD music company, who contracted us. Sometimes I ask to myself how would we react if a group with the same aggressive enthusiasm would came to us. Would we give them the chance to proudly mistake as we did in that horrible first record? When Ivo called us to be part of This Mortal Coil, a selection from 4AD, all our airs of believing us like the bests of the first times were gone. We learned how to live together.
Yesterday I was saying to Brendan that having played again in places like Dr. Jekill of Buenos Aires has reconciliated us with our past of punk subculture. It was so much time since we weren't playing in a theatre, with all the people sit listening, it was going back to the past. The good think of punk was that it teached us to be attentive. Since we were against the official radio, we had to find out. All the opposite of what's happening now, when you turn on the television and they tell you what music you have to consume. We are here thanks to the punk movement, no doubt about this, even when the music never attracted me, and always preferred the germans Popol Vu or the Velvet Underground.
Some people criticize us for being too much conceptive. In our last record, Spiritchaser, we talk about 'the magic force of music', and that force not only references the music that we practice. I tell you a story that touches me very closely. Months ago my brother Mark, a heavy metal ultrafanatic, has deceased. When we were young, he used to come back to home at dawn, drunk. He was arriving with a pizza in one hand, a beer in the other, and the cigarette hanging from the mouth. And that way, he stayed listening heavy, playing solos with an invisible guitar. We velated him in a christian church, with sacred music. I swear to you that this music, which I love, left me frozen, it wasn't doing nothing to me. Until one of his best friends arrived and put heavy metal, a music where I only stand Motorhead. And just when that started to sound in the church, I got in contact with the essence of the personality of Mark. That is the power of the music, to reflect us like mirrors.
Music is the highest abstract language that the man has to contact with his uncouncious on this world of jingles and publicity. There are people that already seems to lack of uncouncious, that wants in life only what the television shows him. In a few days, this tour that we started in Europe will end. Brendan will lock himself in his house on Ireland for days, to play the guitar, alone, until he will meet again with himself. I am convinced that the music can heal. Take this in account at the time you choose the music to listen. Your uncouncious is in the play.