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Pete Vuckovic - lead vocals/bass guitar
Chris McCormack - guitars/backing vocals
Ben Harding - guitars/backing vocals
Keith Baxter - drums |
"I see the smoke clear/But I ain't watching the screen
/I get the joke/And, yes, I know what it means. . ."
("Paralyse")
All parties come to an end, they have to. The last bottle
is drained and you're left with a mouthful of ashes. The bathroom
sink is blocked and overflowing, a warm morning breeze blowing
in through the broken window. The honeymoon is over and the
salad days are no longer green. So what do you do? Where do
you go? You get off your arse and charge into the future.
That is what you do.
3 COLOURS RED exploded into '96 with their independently released
single "This Is My Hollywood", a song containing
a form of pent-up rage, frustration, nihilism and self-loathing
only ever touched upon by Nirvana since the anger- is-an-energy
exponents of the late 70s. A song hinged around the poignant
scream of "Is this success?/Tuesday night and penniless".
Deftly snapped-up by Creation, 3 COLOURS RED gate-crashed
the rock 'n' roll party clad in regulation black like that
oft-referred to Last Gang In Town (only this time, it was
true), took command of the stereo and cornered the generic
so-called guitar stars.
"As a band we've all established our roles, we're stronger
than ever and we know exactly what we want to do. 3 Colours
Red have landed". (Pete)
Assembled from the four corners of this fair isle and from
various shady backgrounds. . .oh, go on then, since you ask.
Ben spent his time cultivating a palette for fine wine and
playing in Senseless Things, Keith mastered his art in various
northern bands. Pete, recovering from a stint in metallers
Diamond Head (career highlight: being covered by Metallica),
holed himself up in his Midlands bedroom crafting songs which
stretched from AC/DC to Nick Drake whilst Chris - the hardest
lad in his school by the age of fourteen - slept off his hangovers
in a guitar shop, released records in his teens and galavanted
around his native South Shields dreaming big, big dreams.
Unlike most though, the crop-topped Geordie grabbed his chance
and re-located to London to write songs via post with Pete
who soon followed. Even before they'd met, a classic songwriting
partnership was being cemented. This was Lennon/McCartney,
Strummer/Jones, yin and yang stuff. Pete, the introspective
thinker, the semi-reclusive rock poet ("I have panic
attacks about music, when I hear mediocre bands who aren't
pushing themselves I despair") a perfect foil for Chris,
the wild-eyed and wired speed-kid gobshite. Fire and water,
yes, but both equally angry and ambitious.
The band cut their first single immediately and, seconds later,
supported the likes of Sex Pistols and Iggy. The party was
swinging. The venues filled as "Nuclear Holiday"
hit the charts with its sturdy, grinding, aggro-pop in early
'97. "Sixty Mile Smile" followed as tours became
savage joy-rides around the country. Front covers, TV and
endless supplies of booze ensued. The punk ethic met with
metal dynamics and a pop sensibility. The album "Pure"
went Top 20 and 3 COLOURS RED were on fire.
Every night was a party, every party at least a night long.
3 COLOURS RED were everywhere buying doubles. A sell-out tour
with Bush and numerous festival appearances fuelled the madness.
"We're into finding new textures, not just relying on
fat chords". (Chris)
But then the quartet woke up, bleary-eyed and ready to go
again. The party was put on hold, the revelling minimalised
whilst new songs were written in a deluge which reflect on
this new post-dole world, a sound which masks layered emotions
married to dark and personal feelings. 3 COLOURS RED fled
to the studio with Chris Sheldon (Foo Fighters, Therapy?)
and Dave Eringa (Manics). Everything was deeper, more thoughtful,
more dimensional, Pete drawing inwards further than he had
ever been before, Chris fuelled by the desire to make the
most confrontational music around:
"Paralyse is about the idea of being stuck to the spot
in disbelief when it all becomes too much. It's more about
the image of mental paralysis, about not being heard. My front
room features heavily in the lyric : the blinds, the chairs,
the four walls. . ." (Pete)
"Paralyse": A sonic, electric hurricane swirling
with slabs of driving schizo guitars and soul-twisting lyrics.
The single precedes 3 COLOURS RED's second album and the sweeping,
string-laden landscape of "Beautiful Day", a song
which provides a marked departure to the bombastic bluster
of the early singles.
And so the party starts again with a Molotov single, a low-key
tour and then...? And then the world. It has, as they say,
only just begun. Roll out the barrels.
BEN MYERS
September 1998
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