- 20 Apr 18
When not acting as a servant of the Party Gods, ANDREW WK can be found inspiring a generation of young Americans who are increasingly standing up to Trump. Stuart Clark gets a lesson in rock ‘n’ roll philosophy.
There’s usually a reason why it takes somebody seven years to make their new album, common ones being laziness, chronic writer’s block, serious addiction issues or wanting to get back to leading a relatively normal life. None of those apply to Andrew WK, a hyperactive workaholic with a proudly abnormal approach to living his curiously straight-edged nonstop partying life.
“I kept on being offered these embarrassingly fantastic things like Sharon Osbourne ringing up and asking, ‘Do you want to do the opening heavy metal DJ spot for the Black Sabbath farewell tour?’” explains the Wilkes-Krier boy. “There was no way I could turn down what was clearly part of the Party Gods’ master plan and say, ‘No, I can’t do that because I’m recording an album.’ As a servant of the Party Gods, it’s incumbent on me to do their bidding.”
Sat atop a giant likeness of his own head – complete with nosebleed, natch – Andrew got to play a fast and extremely furious mix of Anthrax, Judas Priest, Dio and Slayer, while taking potshots at the crowd with his t-shirt gun.