DEVIL’S ISLAND featuring Possessor

DEVIL'S ISLAND featuring Possessor

Welcome to this weeks edition of Devil's Island! Every week we maroon a band or artist on the island and see what they get up to, how they cope with being all alone on a small island in the middle of the ocean. It's not your average desert island and we'll see just how each person copes with the extreme conditions.

This week when we arrived at Devil's Island we found Nathan, drummer of Possessor sat on the beach. The band have a new album out that mixes the very best in horror films with the best is heavy music. But how did Nathan end up on our island and how did he cope with life on Devil's Island? Find out now...

Welcome to The Razors'e Edge and our somewhat lovely, warm desert island. Don't worry about it's name I'm sure it's not as bad as that would suggest.

Firstly it’s important for the reader to understand how disappointed we were to be shipwrecked, as not only was this our first tour, but also the first tour for any band done exclusively by boat! Sadly too in this version of the tale Graham as captain and traditionalist went down with the ship. Ollie swam for shore but... sharks. So as first mate I write this in their “memory”.

So you're marooned here on this island, but before you ended up shipwrecked you chose one album that you couldn't live without. Which album did you each chose and why?

I couldn’t live without 'Powerslave', but also I’d like 'In the Court of the Crimson King' because sometimes you need some space even on a desert island. In memory of Graham the album he’s spoken to me most about is 'South of Heaven'. And my best conversations with Ollie have been about 'Painkiller'. God I miss those guys.

Just behind that palm tree is a shack for each of you to stay in, with enough space for you to put up a poster on the wall of one album cover. What album cover do you each chose?

Iron Maiden 'Somewhere In Time' to remind me of what I’m missing on this idyllic peaceful island. Dreaming of cities haha.

There's also a bar on this here island. But alas each of you only get to chose one drink for the entirety of your stay. What's your tipple of choice?

None of us in the band are particularly into heavy spirits - except the ones conjured in our records, so it would probably be safest to stock this ramshackle bar with San Miguel, fancy craft beer and a lot of Malbec. Although should a nice vintage MacAllan drift ashore it would be in safe hands...

Your suitcases were lost when your ship sank, but you each managed to salvage one item of band merch. Whats the merch and for what band?

You can never go wrong with a Motörhead England shirt, so that’s the one for me.

You're sat on the island thinking "I'm stuck here on this island with my bandmates for eternity"... who would you rather have been shipwrecked with?

Well as the guys didn’t make it to the island it’s worse for me, possibly down to the crushing insanity of solitude I’d pick Hunter S Thompson as my man Friday. I think he’d keep you both on your toes and entertained. I love his caustic and visceral wit.

There's a walkman in your pocket, on the tape inside is the recording of the one live show that stands out for you. It could be any show, from any band, anywhere in the world. What show is on that walkman?

It would be a recording of a secret Danzig gig I saw at the Garage a few years ago. £6.66 a ticket and they played only requests screamed at them from the small rabid crowd. No fluff, only songs from 1 to 4, loads of deep cuts and a self deprecating humour that was raw and refreshing. At the end Doyle came out for a Misfits encore and the roar of the crowd singing along was like a World Cup final crowd - deafening.

You're getting desperate, you decide the only course of action is to put a message in a bottle and hope someone finds it. Your message could be to any member of any band, but should be the one musician most suitable for a rescue attempt. Who is it?

I’m addressing this to Professor Neil Peart. He can figure out any conundrum. Plus he’s famously well travelled.

You've been stuck here for a while and food supplies are running low. There's only one thing for it... which fellow band member gets sacrificed to help the others survive?

Ollie. He’s not just in good shape but there’s a lot of him at 6 foot plus. If only the sharks hadn’t got him first!

Finally, when the ship sank you each managed to save one person from the wreckage. That person is the one musician that has influenced your career the most, shaped your way of thinking and your outlook on life. Who did you save?

Without a doubt for me it is Neil Peart. His philosophy and writing is worth getting to grips with, let’s face it’s easier than trying to emulate him on drums! The man led a full and rounded life, made innumerable great records, travelled the world by Motorcycle and entertained millions. It’s also worth noting at this point that Graham and Ollie, and myself would probably also like to save Freddy Mercury - the ultimate showman and performer.

Nathan seems disheartened, having lost his bandmates to the lethal seas which surround this island. There's no room on our boat, so we sail away leaving Nathan on the beach San Miguel in hand drinking with Hunter S Thompson.

Will we ever see him again? We can only hope so...

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