With a loud trash sound and an attitude to match, Lenin Death Mask are one of Scotland's brightest hopes to bring back some bite to the UK indie scene. So that's why we caught up with front man Craig, to hear what he's got to say about it...
3rd: Craig...how did all of this start?
LDM: I had just gone through a bad break up and my friend Euan put me on to this record The Monitor by a New Jersey band called Titus Andronicus. The ambition of this record was absolutely staggering. It conflated depression, frustration, sheer vitriolic rage and a break up with a narrative set in the American Civil War. I had sort of fallen out of love with going to gigs and this just made me want to be part of the scene and in a band again. I sent out a tweet saying I wanted to basically sound like them, and people replied, and there we have it. And we did sound a lot like them in the beginning but we've since moved pretty far away and developed our own sound, I still think the anger and the riffs come through though.
3rd: Do you have any live shows going on at the moment?
Constantly touring and writing with LDM, so nothing else for me. Tom, the other singer, makes absolutely sublime pop music under the name Amanti. It’s really no exaggeration to say his new LP is a thousand times better than anything Prince has ever done*. Tam, our drummer, is a grime producer of note, he’s been played on Radio 1 and everything, though he won’t tell you that.
*May be a fucking whopping exaggeration...
3rd: One story which epitomises Lenin Death Mask and its music is...
After a gig in Leeds our crazy Russian promoter took us to his friend's house for a party and some drinks. When we arrived, it was pretty clear this dude had no idea we were coming and didn't want us there. So we moved on to what we thought was going to be a studio/drug den, which sounded like great fun. As the night progressed and the promoter got drunker and drunker it became evident this dude didn't know where he was or where we were going. We had been walking for hours and offered to buy us a taxi home, but the guy forgot how to speak English (literally) and forgot his address. Eventually we got back to his bedsit, and we sat up smoking as he passed out on the bed, blind drunk. We were all terrified and knackered and had no idea where we were. In the morning we snuck out early and three of us slept in the car as Tom drove around Leeds for hours.
"I like to think this story really captures the beleaguered confusion, tiredness and overwhelming terror that is a constant presence in LDM, hanging over this band like the sword of Damacles".
3rd: The recent winner of the nobel prize is from Belarus. She is censored in her own country. How would you get your music out if you couldn't release it?
I’d probably just scratch my lyrics down the side of peoples’ cars and shave them into my dog, like I did before I was in a band. The other three I can see folding and abandoning our music if such a totalitarian state were to emerge, and basically becoming a propaganda band.
3rd: Finally, what's the best thing about Aberdeen and Scotland?
The people, Aberdeen Football Club, the Doric dialect up this way and Annie Lennox. Just kidding about Annie Lennox by the way, she’s a bit of a shit.