volleyup: Collarbones is Marcus and Travis. Two guys that answer a question you’d never though
volleyup:Collarbones is Marcus and Travis. Two guys that answer a question you’d never thought to ask. Namely, what if R Kelly was a child of the internet (and two people)? I guess. Their recent full-length Die Young is a masterwork of digital detritus, yearning and passion in audio. No orchestra required. Haters, as they say, make them famous. They answered our customary questions in their customarily eccentric fashion.What is the best film with Robert Duvall in it?THX 1138 seems pretty important, it’s almost like a proto Blade Runner. Blade Runner is better but Robert Duvall wasn’t in that one, was he? Dystopias are utopias. Deep.James Brown, the Sex Pistols, Johnny Cash. For some science fictiony reason the discography of only one can survive. James Brown is probably the most relevant to our music, so we’ll go with him. Sorry, everyone. Up the punx. Up the ring of fire.Favourite artist; worst album. The artist must have subsequently released a great album. Marcus’s choice is Rainbow by Mariah Carey which was followed by the much better The Emancipation of Mimi later on. Travis is going through a Nine Inch Nails phase currently, and With Teeth feels like the worst record to him. Year Zero was more interesting.What were some other names you considered before Collarbones? Collarbones was the only possible option. Travis had a minor fixation on the body part and it seemed suitable and logical that it would become our name. We have arguments every day about whether we’re renaming the band Nipple Boys but it has never transpired.Money is no object, neither is reality. What’s your ultimate fictional festival to play? Nineties rave, austere experimental improv, a resurrected Aaliyah, 2013 superstars, the atmosphere of a clubbier Meredith Music Festival. In space. It would have an ‘Angst Stage’ featuring Linkin Park playing Hybrid Theory in full. Maximum pyrotechnics, maximum lighting, maximum stage production. We would have a copious amount of backup dancers dressed like high fashion interpretations of The Jetsons. -- source link