You can
hear hair grow. You can hear used-up cells unhinge from exposed skin and thud, one by one,
onto the wooden floor. Open windows rattle against the gust whistling across the west
London record label building. From a collection of second-floor office sofas, car alarms
are heard going off in a different hemisphere. Andy Yorke, you see, has been asked about
growing up with his big brother, Thom.
"I was a bit weird," he's
managing. "Never really content or comfortable with
myself. Quiet. Shy."
Was your big brother the same?
"Ur...uuuur... he was more of a personality. We...kept
to ourselves."
Still, eh? It's a Yorke dynasty now! You're internationally acknowledged talents! How
exciting!!
"..."
Er, so has it always been thus? "Not at all. I didn't
start writing proper songs till I was 20 and no-one else in the family has any musical
talent."
No champion accordion'n'spoon-playing grandad or anything, then? "No."Oxford's
Unbelievable Truth would rather set fire to themselves while standing atop a funeral pyre
fashioned from their beloved book collections than to ever, for one-millionth of a
nanosecond in a previous life, be seen to -urk!- cash in, in any way, on their most famed
connection. They'd rather, really, no-one even mentioned it.
"Um...I used to do lights for a
band," says drummer Nigel Powell, 23, he
of the curious baldy head/pony-tail ensemble, confessing to a 'second career' while
speaking of his extensive travels through the USA.
Who were they, then?
(Also to knees) "Radiohead."
Oh dear. But that, thankfully, appears to be that (unless smiley and 99 per cent mute bass
player Jason Moulster, 23, knows something we don't and if he does he's not telling
anyone, ever). The truly gifted, however, need no nepotism network and Unbelievable
Truth's debut album, 'Almost Here', is as deep and striking a display of musical and
emotional beauty-in-bleakness as any of the pioneers of the New Seriousness.
"Ur... I dunno about this New Seriousness,"
balks Andy, 22. "D'you think it's really there?"
Oh yes. It's an epidemic of musical sorrow.
"Well, I guess when someone like Robbie Williams writes
a song like 'Angels'..."(he huffs and launches into a bewildering
assault on the lovely Robbie for being an emotional fraud and not quite writing 'his own
material' or some such fun-free anti-pop baloney which we will not grace with repetition
here). Unbelievable Truth are, of course, from the olden days; the pre-irony days of
'integrity', 'dignity', 'no sell-out / compromise / surrender' and the Campaign For Real
Rock which has traditionally offered the world one Radiohead for every 4,000 Deacon Blues.
The Truth have, however, a staggering gift for the atmospheric which Andy calls "intimacy. And melancholy. But I don't believe it's miserable."
And the Pope's a member of Marilyn Manson. Still at least they're soooooo unbelievably
bloody serious they must be, surely, barking bonkers.
Old school pals from Abingdon, Oxford, the first time Nigel met Andy, at aged 15, he'd
spent the first half of his term talking to literally no-one and was to be found every
lunch and morning break kicking a golf ball "up and down and up and down" the
school driveway.
"I'd been a bit of a scallywag before that,"
notes Nigel, who'd moved up from London, "and when I
moved I was totally depressed. I must have come across as extremely bonkers. So often I
naturally gravitated towards people like Andy."
And to Jason, with whom Nigel, when they left school, formed a rhythm section for hire for
many years within the buoyant Oxford musical 'scene'. Andy, meanwhile, had gone on to
Russia to recive his degree in Russian Language & Literature and where he became an
activist revolutionary for Greenpeace in a balaclava made out of tights and plotted to
blow up the Kremlin for its nuclear testing operations. Or something.
"It could've been more fascinating than it was," confesses
Andy. "I was actually working as a translator for
Greenpeace. They asked me to go on an action boat in front of the Kremlin protesting about
nuclear testing and I said no. Because they said, 'You might get arrested and you might
get deported' and I was, 'Well, I just got here! Saved up loads of money! I'm not throwing
it all away to get on a boat!'"
Curses.
He loves the country still - "There's something vaguely
spiritual about the place" -although the creeping virus of adopted
Western values distresses him deeply: "Nobody reads the
literature any more. Everyone reads crappy pulp fiction translated from the
Americans."
So it was to music he returned and to his
old pals Nigel and Jason. Unbelievable Truth's ascent to prominence was achieved through a
quiet determination and lots of people going on about what a beezer voice the young Andy
had (not to mention the other two who, between them on backing vocals, sound eerily like
the unmentionable Thom). It's a wonder, mind, their musical tryst ever flourished in the
first place.
"I don't know how we even ended up being friends,"
muses Nigel. "Our music tastes couldn't have been more
opposite."
"I was into David Bowie and Japan and REM and The
Smiths," notes Andy, pansily.
"And I liked early Genesis,"
counters Nigel, toughly, "progressive rock."
Christ almighty. All that Bongwater stuff? Spirally swirls in the ether and... beards?
"That's possibly the important thing."
he guffaws. "I always used to like the bands without
the beards. Marillion's original drummer had a beard but they threw him out and the new
drummer didn't have a beard. Or they had very small beards, like the guitarist with IQ, it
wasn't one of those prog-rock beards with birds living in it. So, no-beard-prog-rock sums
up my musical world."
What's with your hair, Nigel? "It's a two-pronged
thing," he chuckles. "I was
thinning on top and the only reasonable thing to do is shave your head and many years ago
I had my hair cut short and discovered the long bit at the back had actually been my
security blanket, I'm always hanging onto it. So this is the solution. And actually a lot
of people have come up and say, 'Hi, really liked the gig, me and my friends just wanted
to say we think your hair's a bit stupid'. Thanks!"
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Unbelievable Truth chortle
quietly amongst their quiet selves. What lurks, one wonders, at the core of the deep, deep
soul of these earnest young coves of the minimal badinage? Let us investigate with a ruse
known as 11 Unbelievable Truths for Unbelievable Truth To Align Their Delicate Souls With,
Or Not, To Find Out What They Reckon What The Unbelievable Truth Is:
- God.
Nigel: "I do believe there's some sort of higher power
but I find it difficult to talk about God when it's an excuse for so much horror."
Andy: "I'm not so sure there's anything out there. An
English friend of mine did a dissertation and became completely obsessed with Russian
Orthodox Christianity. He went to live in Russia and became a Russian Orthodox priest and
I had this really big argument with him: 'How can you be so convinced that your particular
brand of religion is the one truth and everyone else has got it wrong?' He didn't have an
answer that was vaguely logical. To me that's a brand of xenophobia."
Jason: " I agree with Nigel."
- We're All Doomed.
Jason (on something of a roll here): "Being the train
driver of the doomed express, I'd agree with that." (Much hilarity
from ver Truth seeing as it's a line from an antique Canadian horror spoof no-one can
remember the name of. Bass players, eh?)
Andy: "Yes, we're all doomed. Unless someone finds a
cure for death."
- All You Need Is Love.
Andy: "Nigel, you answer that, you're the sentimental,
romantic one."
Nigel: "I feel on dangerous ground. So I'm going to
make a joke and say probably all you need is love and a good, warm pair of socks."
- The Meek Shall Inherit The Earth.
Andy: "I think that's very unlikely."
Nigel: "I think whoever thought that up didn't count on
how smart the non-meek would be. In fact I was just thinking about it this morning...
(absolutely enormous and wonderful speech ensues concerning the modern malaise of
media/political mind control incorporating the lie of irony)...Whoo!
Came over a bit Che Guevara there!"
- The Universe Is Unfolding As It Should Be.
Nigel: "Yes. Everyone should relax, even when there's
ridiculous shit going on. One of my mother's favourite quotes is 'And so it came to pass'.
I can be very Zen."
- Hell Is Loneliness.
Andy: "Having grown up in a village with no-one to talk
to I got in a way of life where I ended up reading lots and doing stuff which requires
loneliness, actually. But also it can drive you mad. 'Finest Little Space' is about trying
to reconcile those things."
- Nothing Matters. You Live, You Die And
Everything In Between Is Just Killing Time (© Tricky).
Andy: "Surely everything in between is the only thing
that matters? I think it's very difficult not to get very scared, 'I've only got 20 years
left, I haven't done this and this and this, how will I get to that point?' I'm very
jealous of people who are able to see something beyond birth and death."
Nigel: "Everybody's life, day by day, there's infinite
numbers of journeys to be made just inside of you, so much energy to be used if you keep
an open mind, keep your eyes open."
Blimey, optimism ahoy! At last! That's an attitude that'd
get you up in the morning!
Nigel: "Heheheh. That's why I'm a morning person."
- Rock'n'Roll Is Our Epiphany.
Andy (mouthing silently to Nigel): "What's
epiphany? We need a dictionary for that one."
Er, the Manics? No? Means nothing?
Unbelievable Truth: "..."
- People Are Fucking Scum (© Jim Jesus And
Mary Chain).
Andy: " It would be easy to look at the music and book
charts and think, 'People are fucking scum, as a rule' and get very elitist as a result.
It scares me that the market for serious literature and serious music is so small.
Education. That's the problem."
Nigel: "Of course there's goodness in people, it can
absolutely enrich your life."
- People Are Cool And Everything Is Great And
All You Have To Do Is Not Die On My Couch (© Urge Overkill).
Nigel: "I think that's as equal a laziness of thought
as the other one and equally untrue."
- It's All Bollocks, Even The Bollocks Is
Bollocks.
Nigel: "In media terms, I think that's true. The thing
that usually makes me most angry in a general day is advertisements. It perpetuates
everything that's bad about the world, convincing people to want things they don't need,
creating guilt and greed. You can get back to me with that quote when we agree to licence
our music to Saatchi & Saatchi, heheheh."
Andy: "The globalisation of individual economies leads
to everything, everything having a price..." (Enormous discussion
over the hell of the late-20th Century ensues until NME is in need of an immediate
pirouette to Robbie Williams' 'Let Me Entertain You').
Bloody Nora. We are all doomed. We're all
capitalism's puppets on heroin listening to Radiohead and all is bleak and things can only
get wetter, fatter, etc, etc, etc...
Nigel: "I never feel bleak or hopeless."
Hooray!
"Because people themselves, as soon as you get down to
the individual, people are fantastic."
Andy looks to his chum. He's not convinced. His eyebrows furrow darkly under the weight of
collapsing ideology, this alarmingly serious young man with the voice of a broken-winged
angel arrived at the gates of heaven only to look beyond its golden pillars to an infinite
hole in the sky: "But we're all implicated."
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