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01 2010

Gemma Dempster  

 

New Bands We Love: Round One

Loverman

 

Roll Up! Roll Up! It’s that time of the year again when SS discover what bands are tickling our senses, dress them up in an array of verbose metaphor and launch awe-inspiring enthusiasm at all unsuspecting readers. This time around, we’ve decided to uncover (or creatively elaborate) the disgustingly weird and seductively wonderful talents of each deserving band, so your eager ears can feast on appetizing tones while weighing up with their carnival traits. (Warning: Embellishments are amok! )

 

 

 

 

Words: Gemma Dempster  

 

Photography: Elinor Jones (Loverman)

 

LOVERMAN | MySpace

 

If you aren’t a Nick Cave fanatic, hearing a band name like Loverman, one can only expect a bunch of hairy-chested heartbreakers ready to woo lusty teens with their wiley ways. But while the all-black wearing four piece band are exceedingly easy on the eye, the mini-album Human Nurture is just a cruel snippet of their storming potential. Boisterously disputing moralistic idolatry with their grumbling guttural guitars, its their artistic enjoyment of anti-thesis lyrics that lure you in for the final deathly kiss. Revealing the bands exhausting eccentric talents, the blond-bombshell Gabriel Bruce is the vocal culprit, playing the baritone guitar with lead guitarist, Jon Jackson and “brawling” brothers Adam and Chris Prendergast on bass and the drums.

 

 

Creation of Loverman: Adam’s fascination to “wear dresses and high heels” coerced the band together but while the cross-dressing band gimmick fell through, family blood sealed the deal. According to brothers, Adam and Chris, they discovered their family ties through the Jeremy Kyle escapade and so “felt obliged to form a band together”.

 

 

Song to win over an audience: Eager to unveil the dexterous musical flair of Loverman, Gabriel retorts ‘Crypt Tonight’ is the “one”, lyrically questioning the nothingness of “sexuality and faith and morality” and best played backwards in a slow build up into the roaring “full throttle” chugging peak. If that’s not enough, they’d play left-handed, or even switch instruments, as Adam blasts, “we want to show off as much as possible! ”  

 

 

 

Secret Sixth Sense 1: While Gabriel distracts away from Adam’s shouts of “Tapeworm! ” with his nifty collarbone dislocations and Chris’ ability to “disembowel an ox…with his pinkie”, the front-man reveals his former role as a host to an infectious tape-worm. Though Adam declares touching Gabriel is a no-go (is this wrong to find this more alluring? ) his tapeworm seemingly transformed him into a prophetic being able to win countless Coconut Shy funfair games and judge a person’s “bad character”.  

 

 

 

Secret Sixth Sense 2: With Gabriel now tapeworm-less and overwhelmed with funfair cuddly bear prizes, Chris is the triumphant band member, able to combat onset vomiting with the simple gulping of garlic and what he calls his “sick-sense”.  

 

 

 

Failed Ambitions: Sadly Gabriel’s influences, from non-fiction Don McCullin’s Unreasonable Behaviour to war film Salvador leave his past ambition to be a war photographer in the illusory world. While Chris’ success of being the (insert thick York accent here) “fastest potato peeler in the North”, his aborted ambition to be a pilot still would have honed the input of Gabriel “to photograph me over warzones; he would have captured my good side! ".  

 

 

 

Loverman Fans: Masochists, screaming “Punish me with your words” while writhing in aural pain.

 

 

The Loverman Experience: If you’re a “Shoreditch crowd” wannabe, assume you’ll be faced with a catapulting Gabriel off the stage, ripping guitar leads in show-stopping “Fuck You! ” demeanor, knocking drinks over to then injure your toesies. So for the usual masochistic fans, expect to be in bliss with a cyclical journey of “extreme discomfort, sense of humiliation, and extreme discomfort”. SS demands you to fit on your tighhtest skin-peeling attire, with whip in tow, and get yourself down to a one bruising body-lashing performance (and keep your eyes peeled for our gig review! ).  

 

 

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