DEVIL'S ISLAND featuring Dead Defined
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 Dead Defined sat on the beach. The island is far from their 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?
‘Alter Bridge - Blackbird.’ That record taught me how to write with weight. Every track has its own heartbeat. If I’m stuck under a palm tree with only one album, it better be one that still gives me chills every time I hear it.
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?
‘Collective Soul – Dosage.’ That cover is wild, a bit dark, a bit surreal much like something out of a dream you can’t quite explain. It sets the tone for isolation in the best way, and the album itself is full of layered emotion and depth. Perfect for a place like Devil’s Island.
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?
Bud Light. Nothing fancy, just something cold and easy. If I’m stuck out here sweating under the sun, I want something I can crack open without thinking twice. Besides, it pairs well with palm trees and questionable life decisions.
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?
A worn-out Soundgarden hoodie I got years ago. It’s got rips, faded print, and probably smells like every venue I’ve played but it still feels like home. Plus, it gets cold when the ocean breeze kicks up at night.
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?
Honestly, my dogs. They’d be better company, no offense to any hypothetical bandmates. At least they wouldn’t argue over setlists or who forgot to pack the emergency flares.
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?
Alter Bridge live at Royal Albert Hall with the orchestra. That set was something else. Pure energy meets precision, and it proves rock music can be both aggressive and elegant.
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?
Dave Grohl. That guy seems like he’d show up in a speedboat with beer, guitars, and a solid plan. Plus, you know he’d bring a camera crew and turn it into a mini-documentary called "Finding Dead Defined."
You've been stuck here 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?
Well, since Dead Defined is a solo project... I guess I’m eating coconuts until I pass out. Or maybe I’d sacrifice a drum machine, no one really likes those anyway.
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?
Mark Tremonti. No hesitation. His playing, his songwriting, his work ethic—it all shaped how I approach my own music. He’s the type of guy who’d not only survive the island but build a damn recording studio out of driftwood.
