DEVIL'S ISLAND featuring Picnic Lightning
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 find Picnic Lightning sat on the beach. The island is far from the bands home, so how did they end up here and how did they 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.
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?
Well first, thanks for having us. This is probably one of the biggest and most energetic crowds we’ve been with in a while!
We don’t like to keep the fans waiting, so we’ll let it rip:
Thomas: Elliot Smith’s S/T
Cole: Radiohead’s The Bends
John: Audio Adrenaline’s Underdog
Cam “Cam Flashes”: Hurray for the Riff Raff’s Navigator
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?
Zoo-ee-mama, this is a pretty sweet island. We all love some good art, so let’s see if we can make this place sparkle.
Thomas: Dr. Dre’s The Chronic to remind me of the good times.
Cole: Beatles’ White Album because irony!
John: The Jeff Beck Groups’ Beck-Ola because I loves Magritte. Just love the guy. Won’t shut up about him! Probably wishes I was on an island with Magritte.
Cam: Talking Heads’ Speaking In Tongues because it’s pretty.
There's also a bar on this here island. But alas each of you only get to choose one drink for the entirety of your stay. What's your tipple of choice?
We’re practical people, so let’s assume water is a given. We gotta stay hydrated, and be able to slop up our steaks, should we discover any.
Thomas: Miller Lite tall boy or a Modelo - a classic for a classic.
Cole: Old Fashioned, just like my family values.
John: Sex on the Beach, because I'm a pervert.
Cam: Spanish Tempranillo, dry and medium bodied, like my sense of humour.
Your suitcases were lost when your ship sank, but you each managed to salvage one item of band merch. What’s the merch and for what band?
It’s very likely we forgot to pack our own merch. We’re professionals, we swear.
Thomas: I couldn’t find my bag but saw a Goo Goo Dolls face mask floating on the beach. I wear it with pride.
Cole: Paul McCarteny Freshen Up Boxers.
John: I only packed Under Armour. it’s a whole thing.
Cam: Phoebe Bridgers Tokyo Sky tee.
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?
Most of us would probably say our cats or dogs, except for John, our resident extrovert. We’re pretty sure he would say us, but don’t tell his kids. Maybe someone who knows how to get off an island? Like Tom Hanks.
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?
This is starting to feel like a very specific type of desert island. Hopefully there’s some Dharma Initiative Beer at that bar.
Thomas: The Rock at Wrestlemania XIX.
Cole: Any Radiohead show.
John: DC Talk’s Jesus Freak Cruise.
Cam: That early Arcade Fire show in Dallas that Thomas always brags about going to knowing I get real jealous about it.
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 most suitable for a rescue attempt. Who is it?
It’s gotta be someone with resources: someone richer than god but is still reasonable and reachable. We gotta go with Bono since he’s into charity. We also think he’d be the most likely to be sitting on a beach since he’s always wearing sunglasses. Or maybe Dolly Parton for all the same reasons minus the sunglasses.
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?
This is going to seem like a cop out, but none of us could do it. Cam is a vegan, Cole is a pacifist, Thomas is a moral absolutist, and John is too extroverted to lose someone to hang with. We’d just hang out at the bar until we waste away or Dolly finds us.
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?
We’re still unsure why they were on the plane, but we made sure to save Thom Yorke from the violent wreckage of boxes of Goo Goo Dolls facemasks only so we could sacrifice him for food until Dolly comes to our rescue. Seems dark, but so is our music: raw and brooding desert punk, the sound of summer heat and dimly lit clubs. Dark, post-everything wall of sound howls like a dust storm, delivering a spiritual stomp that dwells in the shadowland of trenchant questions and orphic revelations.
Thanks for your time. We hope you get back to dry land before you're next due out on tour!
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