http://www.infadels.co.uk/

Iemand bekent met deze band uit Engeland.
Naar mijn mening lijkt deze band best veel op The Faint maar met iets minder electro invloeden.




I remember when Al came into work on his first day.
“Have you checked out Billy Idol next door?”, a
colleague of mine was heard to utter. He wasn’t wrong
but Billy Idol wasn’t 6ft 5” tall either. I thought
his name was Nick for about three weeks. Al bangs
the drums.

I met Matt at a rehearsal studio on the Hackney
Road five years ago. He was of a similar height to
Al only five stone lighter. He was wearing an adidas
sweat top and the biggest pair of trousers I had ever
seen. It was a cool look. I definitely thought he was
mental. I was right. Matt twangs the electric guitar.

Bnann used to push xxxxxxx and xxxxxxxxxx on the
streets of Norwich in the early nineties. He has
skipped xxxx xxxxx, threatened xxxxxxxxx with xxxxxxxx,
worked for xxxxxxxxxxxx xxxxxxxxx and pleaded insanity
to skip xxxx xxxx penalties. He’s the singer.

I knew they were all into their tunes and dabbled in this
and that. When I heard they’d got together I expected
the worst. After three weeks holed up in the studio Al
played me four bars of music looped from his battered
mini-disc player. That was it. I needed in...

Back then Hear'say were topping the charts while
George Bush elected himself as the enemy of the free
world. I was still living in Essex while the boys holed
themselves in the smallest studio known to man.
I was just trying to put out records. They were just trying to
write them. It was a simple plan that would nearly kill us.
In our first incarnation as Balboa we gigged around the
country for pittance, forked out for expensive studios and,
on one occasion, exchanged wristwatches for petrol.
Personal loans were taken out, credit cards were maxed and
hired equipment sold.
Sadly, by the end of 2001 Balboa was deemed to be part of the
ill-fated 'electroclash' scene.
That was the last straw. Actually...no. I digress.
I recall after a particularly thankless gig at unnamed
club sometime in 2002. As Balboa played their hearts out,
the glazed eyes of the coked up fashionista massive said
it all. We weren’t Fischerspooner. We weren't on the cover of
Dazed and Confused but, y' know, we were quite comfortable with
our status as outsiders. So... wrong place wrong time.
However, Matt’s tirade through East London after that gig
has since become the stuff of legend. Taking out his frustrations
on E8's temorary traffic light system, Matt tore down every
roadsign and kicked in any fencing that stood in his way.
He'd had enough and left the country too "chill the fuck out".
We wouldn’t see him for the next six months.



Towards the end of 2002 I had moved to Hackney. Into the old studio in fact. Al and Bnann were taking a break from the whole self-depreciating, paranoid nausea that being in Balboa entailed. We had no idea how Matt was. Then at the height of the Hackney siege, Matt returned. He told of how he had given up on most conventional dance music and had since been submerging himself in the works of Steve Reich, Zongamin and Charlie Mingus. Al had famously glued a copy of Talking Heads - ‘Remain In Light’ to his discman whilst out of his mind one night on Camden mushrooms. I had discovered the soul power of Dexy’s Midnight Runners. Bnann was still listening to ‘Leftism’. Looking out the window that night, down at the chaos of police and firemen while choppers scanned the area from above, it was decided that a band had to come out of this fucking crazy place. It looked like it was going to be us. Matt said that I had driven enough vans and paid for enough studio time to warrant a permanent position in the band. You’ll see me looking after the samplers, playing the odd keyboard part but primarily, hitting the Roland Octapad as hard as I fucking can. I’m still driving the vans. So we are The Infadels. To give you a summary we are a four piece band from Hackney. We play electronic rock and roll. We do not sound like Jesus Jones.

Niemand...slechte zaak.

klinkt mij nogal Britpop-alike. Not my cup of tea or kind of cake.

The Infadels zijn erg gaaf!

Ik heb ze vorige maand in Vera gezien en deze maand op het bevrijdingsfestival.

De shows zijn ook erg tof en ze weten er wel een feestje van te maken.

Het is voor mij geen muziek die ik vaak opzet, maar ik kan het zeker waarderen.