…patiently waiting for something new to come along.
However, as well documented elsewhere – that’s going to be a wee while longer. The music can wait – the health and wellbeing of band members is far more important.
I came across this backstage pass from the Cake era. I’ve no idea of the where, when and whatnots but it’s a cool wee piece of memorabilia all the same. If you’ve never been lucky enough to get your hands on one of these – you could always use the trademan’s entrance.
Get well soon John.
Filed under: Press | Tags: Exposed Magazine, Music, Press, Trashcan Sinatras
I’m afraid I don’t have much information on Exposed Magazine. The usual haunts have been trawled but I can find nothing of its history. The first edition appeared in May 1993 and that folks, is about it.
This article appeared the following month in June and finds the Trashcans’ holed up in a Hammersmith Hotel speaking to Gary Paul.
It’s three years since five talented chaps from the Scottish coastal town of Irvine padded into Popsville with a bucket full of chipper pop songs. They signed to Go! Discs, home to the like of The Beautiful South, Billy Bragg and Paul Weller, and proceeded to melt hearts with singles like Obscurity Knocks and Circling The Circumference, swiftly followed by one of the most dazzling debut albums in ages, the moist and creamy Cake.
A tender, passionate collection of glittering, guitar plucked tunes, Cake was sprinkled with piano, violin, accordion and heady harmonies. From heartaching ballads it spiralled to swirling, exultant psychedelia before climbing to choppy, strident stompers. The lyrics too were not to be ignored, poignant, witty and pun laden desktop tales from smalltown Scotland. Amidst Cake’s mixed reception, The Trash Cans were hailed as the new La’s, the new Smiths and the new Aztec Camera all rolled into one. Ignoring the hype they gigged like madmen, building up an impressive live following and doing well in the States where they shifted over 100,000 slices of Cake. Then, after a severe lack of chart action, they disappeared.
Until now that is, for the Sinatras have returned in style with their follow up album I’ve Seen Everything. There have been a couple of changes. The lads have all moved a bit further inland to the neighbouring town of Kilmarnock and bassist George McDaid has been replaced by original member David Hughes, who joins Frank Read (vocals and full-time brother to Fairground Attraction lady Eddi Reader), brothers John and Stephen Douglas (guitar and drums) and Paul Livingston (guitar). One listen to I’ve Seen Everything and you can tell that the Trashies are maturing nicely thank you very much. Produced by Ray Schulman, known for his work with The Sugarcubes and Ian McCulloch, Everything is a spirited, lushly layered and intimate bag of classic pop ditties. But why has it all taken so long and what have they being doing all this time?
Snug in a Hammersmith hostelry, we get to the bottom of the Trash Cans’ long absence while getting to the bottom of a few pints. “We’ve been busy creating magical songs,” grins John in a thick, sometimes impenetrable accent. “It does seem daft that it took three years,” mumbles David from behind his beer glass, “but I mean, fuck it. It doesn’t matter. It just means that we’ve ended up with a really good album. One that we’re happy with. What’s the problem?”
A pair of affable, quiet chaps, these two Cans are clearly confident in the band’s material. So much so that throughout our conversation they seem reluctant to discuss their work, preferring to let the music speak for itself. And why not? Putting a band and its songs under a microscope then pulling them apart can be a destructive thing. Perhaps that’s why they seldom do interviews. “No band is that important,” says David, “music is music, it’s there to be enjoyed. The press, journalists and critics put too much emphasis on bands and take them away from what they’re primarily about.” And, David reckons, it’s getting worse. “Nowadays the press treat bands are purely product. Ten years ago the NME used to encompass loads of bands from either end of the spectrum. From Joseph K to ABC they were all treated equally, there was never any great pushing going on. That all seemed to start with bands like The Happy Mondays.
It was about the time of the Mondays, the Roses and the Carpets that the Sinatras made their first foray into the pop arena. Perhaps that’s why they didn’t make the great impact they should have. As John says: “The press is geared towards the fashion of the day and we weren’t the fashion of the day. Maybe it was because people didn’t like it,” he laughs, “which is fair enough. They can stick it up their arses.” Well, really!
One place the band found friends though was in America. The college radio circuit, with its love of guitar bands latched onto the Sinatras’ blend of melodic, emotive pop. You could say it gave them a bit of a boost. “We’re more confident now than we were three years ago,” says John, “because we went to the States where people actually listened. There was the realisation that hey, wait a minute, it’s not just us five that are enjoying this, there’s other people too.”
This confidence in their music and in each other is reflected in the band’s songwriting process. Every Sinatra has his say. “Nobody’s precious about their songs and ideas,” says David. “Even if you wrote something that was dead personal, you could take it to another member of the band and ask them what they think. Then you get a whole new angle on it. You could take something back in time and fuck up your life for the better or worse. And it didn’t happen anyway so it doesn’t matter. It’s just words, you can do what you want.”
It’s a fair few years now since John, Frank and David left school for a period of, as John puts it, “signing on and fannying around.” It wasn’t until they were in their twenties that they formed a band and started playing cover versions down the local. It was strictly an amateurish affair until Paul joined. “He was a mean guitar player,” remembers John. “He’d been playing since he was eight. We thought, fuck who’s this? Then we wrote our first song, Drunken Chorus, which is still one of our favourites and we thought, this is good we should do this for the rest of our lives. Let’s really enjoy it. Whatever happens this is what we do. Things could go wrong and we could end up back on the dole but we’ll still be making music.”
Like their namesake, the Sinatras do it their way. They love their music and you should too. Take them to your heart. You won’t regret it.
June 1993 Issue 2 Exposed Magazine
Filed under: Press | Tags: Canes Bar & Grill, Concert, Gig, Mekons, Rock Poster, Trashcan Sinatras
In 2004, during the months of September and October, The Trashcans toured the USA and Canada for the first time since 1993, playing 26 dates in all. This was the first tour in support of fourth album, ‘Weightlifting’.
October 10 saw the Trashcan limo roll into San Diego, CA – stopping off at the M Theory Music store and KBZT Radio earlier in the day before heading to play a sold out gig at Cane’s Bar and Grill.
Here’s the promo poster for the gig. I’ve no idea who designed it, but I like it.
The tour of 2004, as a whole, saw the Trashcans making over 50 appearances in countries including Spain, England, Scotland and North America.
A wee footnote: (They’re floating above us) is a line taken from the Mekons’ 1988 single ‘Ghosts of American Astronauts’. You can have a wee listen to it here. And if you like it, you can download the Trashcans’ version here. Recorded straight from the soundboard at Fez, New York in April 2004 – it’s a belter!Follow @fivehungryjoes
Filed under: 1992-1993 I've Seen Everything | Tags: Cassette, Music, Promo, Trashcan Sinatras
No miracle’s going to save this tape I’m afraid.
The tape machine seems to have chewed up this old promo copy of ‘I’ve Seen Everything’.
Think I’ll stick it back in the cabinet.Follow @fivehungryjoes
Filed under: Press | Tags: Concert, Gig, Melody Maker, Music, Press, Trashcan Sinatras
A very early gig review from Melody Maker’s Dave Jennings…Follow @fivehungryjoes