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Bangor-boys-done-good TWO DOOR CINEMA CLUB have managed to squeeze a career's worth of touring and promo into the last six months – which has seen them meet Prince Charles, sell-out two nights in London’s Shepherd’s Bush Empire, flog the 50,000th copy of debut album Tourist History and, for one Cinema Clubber, get the album art tattooed on his chest! Celina Murphy meets the busiest boys in indie to talk magnums and milestones.
Celina Murphy, 03 Nov 2010
Talk about obliging – jet-setting electro rockers Two Door Cinema Club took an 8am ferry this morning to come and spend some time with Hot Press. I feel all special, until I learn that (thanks to a shiny new tour bus) they slept all the way from Liverpool to Dublin.
“If the ship sinks we’re screwed!” bassist Kevin Baird exclaims. “We’re in the hull of the boat asleep! I can think of better ways to die!”
The boys from Bangor and Donaghadee seem pretty well rested as Hot Press snapper Ruth Medjber orders them about their dressing-room, cracking jokes about how quiet they are in front of the camera. She’s got a point – aside from the sound of guitarist Sam Halliday whistling ‘Goose’ by The Cast Of Cheers, there’s not a peep out of them.
It was in this very room that I first met Trimble, Baird and Halliday (calls to mind a hipster solicitor firm, don’t it?) back in March, minutes before they went on stage at Dublin’s Academy. Today, they’re more groomed than I remember them, and have a little bit more shine on their shoes.
They’re looking pretty snappy for three guys who’ve been on tour quite literally non-stop for six months, in which time they’ve been around Europe, the US, Australia, Japan, China and South Korea, averaging about six shows a week (oh yeah? Well, I’ve moved apartment and switched to bill pay…)
Now that touring has become more normal than normality itself, how do they stop cabin fever from creeping in?
“A lot of drinking,” front lad Alex Trimble admits. “Blowing off some steam is important.”
Ah, this is what I like to hear – three impressionable young things hardened by the harsh realities of the gravy train.
Baird interrupts my fantasy just as the trio are checking themselves into the Paula Abdul ward of the Betty Ford clinic; “…and Berocca! We take loads of vitamins!”
I bring up their recent stint in London’s Shepherd’s Bush Empire and the usually aloof Trimble becomes suddenly animated.
“It was incredible,” he gushes, “Just unbelievable! When we were first asked to play we said ‘no’ because we didn’t think many people would buy tickets. (Note: they managed to shift all 4,000 stubs in a couple of days.) They just ended up being two of the most amazing shows I’ve ever played.”