DEVIL'S ISLAND featuring Misscore
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 Misscore 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?
I grabbed one album - because someone had to make a decision before we all drowned arguing.
For me, it would be Bring Me The Horizon - Sempiternal. It’s emotional, heavy, dramatic, and slightly unhinged - basically perfect for being stranded on a cursed island with your band.
As for the rest of MISSCORE: one would probably grab something progressive and complicated just to overthink survival, another would take something heavy enough to soundtrack our slow mental breakdown, and someone would definitely choose an album that sounds like “everything will be fine” - even though it absolutely won’t.
So yes, Sempiternal stays. If we’re going to lose our minds on Devil’s Island, at least we’ll do it with a proper soundtrack.
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?
I’d put up Escape the Fate - Dying Is Your Latest Fashion.
Partly because it’s iconic, partly because the title alone feels painfully appropriate for being stranded on Devil’s Island. Also, if you’re going to wake up every day surrounded by sand, sun, and existential dread, you might as well commit fully to the aesthetic. Let’s make it more like a lifestyle. 😉
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?
Whisky and Coke Zero.
Because even on Devil’s Island, I still want control - over my caffeine, my sugar intake, and my poor life decisions. It’s strong enough to forget where we are, familiar enough to pretend everything is fine, and practical enough to survive eternity with your band. And it’s the perfect drink for bad decisions, worse conversations, and pretending we’re not slowly descending into collective madness. If this island is hell, at least let it be a functioning one.
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?
The T-shirt! It works as clothing, a pillow, a towel, emotional support fabric.
And it should be Misscore’s t-shirt, these are great!
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? I’m already in a pretty cursed scenario.
My bassist is my husband, and my drummer is my ex - so being stranded on Devil’s Island with them feels less like fiction and more like an extended metaphor for my life choices. At this point, adding anyone else would probably just complicate the narrative.
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?
Bring Me The Horizon at Royal Albert Hall.
That show is untouchable. After seeing something like that live, I could honestly just walk into the ocean and let Devil’s Island finish the job. Nothing else needs to happen. If I’m going to be stranded here forever, at least let me relive that once a day before I lose my mind completely.
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?
Honestly, I’d send it to anyone who owns a boat. Literally anyone.
The message would say:
“You don’t have to rescue me. Just drop off some vegan sausages and more whisky with Coke. I’ll figure the rest out.”
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?
None of us. I don’t eat meat anyway.
I’ll survive on algae - they’re full of iron, and I actually have deficiencies, so this island might accidentally turn into a health retreat for me.
The guys, on the other hand… they’ll probably start nibbling on each other out of pure boredom and unresolved emotions. Especially considering the band dynamics: my bassist is my husband, my drummer is my ex - so honestly, this already feels a bit pathological.
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?
Chester Bennington.
Unfortunately, some ships sink before anyone can reach them - especially when it comes to mental health. But his voice, honesty, and the way he spoke about pain without pretending it didn’t exist shaped how I understand music and vulnerability.
