‘Hi Laura! I had to run back for a piece of equipment, sorry! I’ll ask the guys in the band to find you, I should be with you soon‘
How very polite. I sneak back out of main venue space into the pub, away from the guitarists, drummers, singers trying not to step on each other as they get ready for tonight’s gig with their respective bands. There’s a definite vibe of excitement; but despite the amount of people, and instruments, it’s not chaotic. It’s more of a pleasant buzz of anticipation that’s slowly but steadily filling the room.
I’m here to see Dead Writers, a band who despite being on the bill tonight at the famous The Water Rats, has only existed for about 5 months in this, its current, final constellation. ‘Paul has a lot of contacts’, Sebastian, the band’s rhythm guitarist explains to me later on. ‘He was a solo artist for many years.’
But right now Paul is running late; the piece of equipment turns out to be his mic stand, which considering his position as the band’s lead singer and frontman does seem rather important. I’ve replied back to him that there’s no rush but I haven’t sat down outside for more than five minutes before, as promised, Sebastian sticks his hand out at me. As it turns out, 3/5 of the band are sitting directly behind me.
‘You’re here with the entire rhythm section! But we’re much more interesting’, he jokes. ‘Have you met Chris?’, Agustín, the band’s drummer asks me. He, Sebastian and Renato, the band’s bassist, let out a collective sigh of pity when it turns out that I haven’t. ‘He’s an incredible guitarist’, they all agree. Indeed, this is a sentiment that prevails throughout our conversation – a remarkable respect for each other’s musical abilities. It seems that as each member joined, beginning with Paul convincing Sebastian to play with him – ‘I resisted a bit in the beginning’, he laughs – the more the music fell into place all by itself. It’s clear that the three of them know that they’ve got something. It’s not an arrogant boast, or a naive proclamation, it’s more of a judicious statement, largely unspoken. The feeling of being in the company of a band that runs on realistic hopefulness, feet planted deeply in mature yet enthusiastic ground, is palpable. ‘The music speaks for it self’, they shrug.
They’ve only got a handful of finished songs. And listening to the one song they’ve so far recorded, ‘Stranger To Me’, having also seen the band perform live once before, it seems it doesn’t quite represent them, and lies somewhat far from how they come across on stage. Though melodic and beautiful, it seems contained, restrained even. ‘The studio guy was drunk’, Agustín explains. Not much else is said, or needs to be said about that experience. ‘We did our best, so…’ is left hanging in the air. They’re well aware that they need more songs recorded. That’s the future. Along with more song writing, more gigs, more exposure.
But for now, Paul has joined us, mic stand safely procured, and he’s all smiles and energy. ‘Have you met Chris?’, he, too, asks me, but again I must disappoint. ‘Oh well, he’s a great guitarist’. The atmosphere is more vibrant now, as more and more people arrive. Wives, friends, even parents of friends have either sat down for a chat or stopped by our table to distribute hugs or handshakes and a ‘good luck tonight!’. The relaxed and casual atmosphere is slowly moving into pre-show electricity. I ask Paul if they have any kind of ritual before they go on stage. ‘Hm not really, I think we’re still a bit too new for that, each person just sort of does their own thing’, he says, referring to Sebastian who only moments earlier has left us to go for a walk and get some alone time before the show. Paul doesn’t need alone time, it seems – he’s excited, animated. Asking him if he’s looking forward to the show would just be silly.
And so, the band drifts inside, daylight is exchanged for nighttime, and I’m wondering if the music really does speak for itself.
It does. Because as I’m standing there in the darkness of the crowd, a couple of songs into the gig, and as the first few notes of their song, ‘Medusa’, slowly emits from the stage, it’s most definitely clear that this is not a drill. This is a band that completely takes you in. The rhythm section is tight, the lead singer is charismatic, his voice powerfully cutting through the music, and Chris is, indeed, incredible on a guitar. ‘Where the energy of rock & roll meets sensitive melodic songwriting’, it says on their Facebook profile, but when the music swallows you up, the sound is almost progressive in nature. It’s quite hard to believe that the last piece of this musical puzzle only joined in April of this year, and here we are, on a Friday night in August, and they sound like they’ve played together for years. They transcend the stage, waves of music washing over the crowd, and it’s alive – it’s exciting.
They’re playing the Fiddler’s Elbow in Camden on September 21st. I suggest you go. You won’t be disappointed.