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Bressie comes out fighting
He fantasises about killing Bertie and Biffo, armed himself with a baseball bat during the London riots and has some choice words for people who think he walked out on The Blizzards. He’s also made a solo album, Colourblind Stereo, which he hopes people will care about enough not to illegally download. Niall Breslin pulls no punches talking to Stuart Clark.
Stuart Clark, 29 Sep 2011
"He was next door with his top off. And you didn’t tell me. Bastard!”
A female member of Hot Press staff who shan’t be named is apoplectic with rage – or should that be lust? – because I neglected to tell her that 1) Niall Breslin was popping into our photographic studio to do a cover-shoot, and 2) It involved several changes of muscle tight T-shirt.
The fairer sex’s fondness for the former Blizzards mainman, now operating simply as Bressie, was also apparent last month when there was a 10:1 ratio of women to men at his debut sold-out solo show in Whelan’s. Most of whom spent the duration screaming, shouting out lewd comments and generally treating the soon to be 31-year-old like a piece of meat in a butcher’s window. The lucky sod! Does it bother him that his audience mainly consists of nurses on a night out who want to give him more than just a bed bath?
“It probably means that Whelan’s was the safest place to be in Dublin that night in terms of first-aid being available,” he laughs as we settle down in a city-centre hostelry for our chinwag. “Is being screamed at embarrassing? A little bit, yeah, but I’m enormously appreciative of people turning up to my gigs. It’s kinda carried on from The Blizzards – there were a lot of nurses into us! I just think females at concerts make more noise than guys do.
“It’s funny, during my entire time with The Blizzards I was in a long-term committed relationship (with fashion designer Eva Maguire) and I was as good as gold,” he proffers. “Never cheated, never even thought about it. And so I kind of had this façade – trying to pretend that I wanted to go out and be Russell fucking Brand, but I couldn’t.
“I had the kind of fun you’re talking about as a teenager. Awkward fun, but fun! Then I went from Mullingar to college in Dublin where there were all these super, super hot chicks walking around and thought, ‘Now my life begins!’ But then I was in a relationship. You look back and go, ‘Jesus, Bressie!’ but then again I’ve never been interested in swapping around and sleeping with every person.”