DEVIL'S ISLAND featuring Victor Sierra
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 Victor Sierra 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?
Hi Razor's Edge ship sinkers! Actually you would rather have downed our fictitious airship: 'The Hydrogen Queen'. We use to sail the sky, not the sea. In the first place, what makes you think it would be an album? Us being musicians does imply it has to be music? Or even something in a physical shape? But in the end of the day you may be right. It could be music. But the Legendary Princess and I, Commander Bob would never have enough time to argue enough about it. The Hydrogen Queen is falling and we have to brace ourselves. We've already jetttisoned the cargo and fish must already be drunk as hell. The stormglass has exploded under pressure and our balance is on the run. The situation is getting critical and sorry we don't have time to answer that question!
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?
We've just got there on Devil's Island, drenched in gasoline. All objects made of paper and such are piling as garbage on the shore, gently waving in the evening tide. It's a complex and dangerous world we have to deal with now. We're under siege surrounded by paper eating snakes. Sorry for the posters.
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?
Aaahhh! Now you're talking. Jack Daniel for me, Rum for the Princess. Good habits must be kept. I can see us drinking on a painting made by a blind painter who draws landscapes stranger than truth. Alcohol would make us shine in the darkness and visible from afar.
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?
I, Commander Bob, wouldn't give two hoots about merch but I would never leave my guitar to the fish. Or even worse, to some awful irregular who could use it out of tune. I think the Princess would grab her coat of light. The one she performs with. Merch is so overrated these days.
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?
Funny question. No one have been able to get along with me that long but her. So absolutely no one but her. I would rather be abandoned on Devil's Island for f*cksake!
Ah, Piløt X-Ray, the jolly ectoplasmic third member of Victor Sierra is granted permission to stay as well. He doesn't require much and makes those stupid jokes I enjoy.
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?
Wow... now we travel in time. A walkman... Okay. It would be a live show by The H-Bomb Queens we attended in Sin City a few years ago. They killed it. And the stage lights were all black and white. Fantastic.
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?
In an empty bottle of Jack, I would put some words for Lady Turtle, from the H-Bomb Queens. Because no foes resist her magic tricks and she can see into parallel worlds where similar times and spaces flow differently. Of course it would take some time because she likes to dream in the 25th hour.
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?
We would ask Piløt X-Ray to make an honourable but useless move. He's a skeleton, remember? Just for glory and to answer your question. We would wait for the end of times while sirens would be whistling a sad song.
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?
I, Commander Bob, would save the Legendary Princess, and she would do the same for me. Even if Piløt X-Ray is grumbling in his corner. Thank you for your time guys. We'll be happy to see you all when Victor Sierra come to play at your place.
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