DEVIL'S ISLAND featuring King Corpse.
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 Stourbridge doom merchants King Corpse sat on the beach.
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.
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?
Jack: Rush’s Time Machine 2011: Live in Cleveland. Loads of hits from the best band ever, in their prime.
James: Hnnnnnnnnnnnng. Erm. Um. Errrrrrrrm. Ah. You see. Errrrrrrrrrmm. Maybe. Um. This isn't a fair question. I'm going to say Purple by Baroness just because there isn't an album I've listened to more consistently in the last few years.
Toby: Mothership, Led Zeppelin. Needs no explanation.
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?
Jack: Martin Clunes.
James: We have a poster up on the door of our practice space that I'm pretty fond of. Judas Priest's 'Painkiller' cover. That would probably remind us of home, and you can't get more metal than Priest.
Toby: It would be a group photo of all the patrons of the Thug Tug with the quote - “All bubble blowing babies will be beaten senseless by every able bodied patron in the bar” written across the top.
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?
Jack: Plantation XO Barbados Rum. Rum + beach = good time. I’d have said Bathams but I think the trip over from the Black Country to the middle of the ocean wouldn’t be kind to the beer.
James: Do they have a kettle? They can make me a brew right? Seriously without tea I'll be dead inside 48 hours.
Toby: If I had genuine Tropicana smooth orange juice on tap, all day, whenever I want, for free. Then I’ll be happier there than any other possible place I could be.
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?
Jack: Probably a band that I’ve never listened to, or a ‘poseur’ band, so that elitists would sense my false metal posturing and be incapable of not coming to rescue me in order to prove that they have a much bigger penis than I. A Babymetal shirt perhaps? Or Avenged Sevenfold. Couldn’t bring myself to wear a FFDP one though, even if my life depended on it.
James: My Voidlurker shirt. Gotta support the local scene, even when stranded on islands thousands of miles from the local scene.
Toby: My Black Sabbath T-shirt I got from their Birmingham show during their “The End tour.”
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?
Jack: Fucking anyone. Imagine being shipwrecked with an old man and a four year old.
James: Martin Clunes. He'd know what to do. Martin Clunes knows everything. Martin Clunes sees everything. Martin Clunes Is. Everything.
Toby: The family. Anything to get me away from those two. Imagine being stuck on an island with a 90 year old and a 60 year old.
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?
Jack: Tough one, but has to be Crowbar in Sheffield, Sept 2018. Great set list, good friends with me in the crowd. Proper. I’d also be shocked at the ancient tech in my pocket.
James: I've always loved Metallica in Seattle '89.
Toby: Black Sabbath, 1970 Paris. A show I found on YouTube when I first started really getting into heavy metal and Sabbath.
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?
Jack: David Hasselhoff.
James: This is a low and villainous attempt to encourage people to make jokes about Sting.
...And I won't disappoint you!
...Sting!
Ha. Classic.
Toby: Jeremy Corbyn.
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?
Jack: Probably me. James and Toby get tired of my shit as it is, let alone trapping them on a desert island with me. Even I’d get tired of my shit to be fair.
James: This would basically come down to a fight between me and Toby. There's no meat on Jack, and we all know he'd taste vile, so he'll be hedging his bets, attempting to side with whomever he thinks will be the victor and gleefully gnaw the raw flesh from the bones of his former comrade. Prick. As for the fight, Toby could overpower me, no question. If it came to a straight, bare knuckle brawl mano a mano, then I'm dinner. Which is why I'd cut his throat in his sleep with a sharp rock the same night I first saw the hungry, murderous intent in Jack's eyes.
Toby: JC (Jack Cradock). We wouldn’t eat him we’d just sacrifice him to the gods in a giant wicker man in the hopes of a better harvest.
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?
Jack: So many contenders for this one. Lemmy, Geddy Lee, Mike Scheidt, Kirk Windstein, Tony Iommi, Geezer Butler, Ozzy, Bill Ward, Bob Plant, Rob Halford, Barney Greenway, Brad Thomas… In the end though the only real choice is the Doc himself, Martin Clunes.
James: Ozzy. He must be protected.
Toby: Can’t really boil it down to one person. Bill Ward, Scott Phillips, Shakira, Travis Barker, Rizzle Kicks, JC, JP and Ollie Sykes
Thanks for your time. We hope you get back to dry land before you're next due out on tour!
As we sailed away from the island we left Jack drooling over his Martin Clunes poster as the other two eye'd each other up, wary of each other and the pending need for sacrifice to stay alive.
Whether the band make it back from the island or not, their new E.P. 'Sacred Crimson' is released later this week!
