- 10 Apr 01
But try finding someone who doesn’t like it. The album Monster is yet another glittering addition to arguably the most astonishing canon in pop music, ever. Here, in a historic summit, the world’s greatest fortnightly rock paper gets together with the world’s greatest rock band for an intimate chat about the big issues: sex, death, drinking and, of course, rrrrrock’n’roll. What else is there? Interview: Liam Fay
ou should’ve seen it. They should’ve sold tickets. It could’ve been billed as a seminar in cool. Early afternoon, and the marble-floored lobby of Luttrellstown Castle in North County Dublin is aswarm with maybe twenty bodies. There’s a half dozen journalists, a couple of photographers, a TV crew or two and an assortment of record company honchos, all trying very hard not to look overawed by their surroundings. Some of the hacks are chewing gum distractedly, in a way that attempts to convey the impression that they’ve seen it all before. An American is having a very loud conversation on a mobile phone but is only managing to use the words uh and fuck. Two power-dressed young women are arguing and waving clipboards at each other.
Suddenly, a side door swings open. Four guys amble through. They’re each clad in some of the most banal shirt/t-shirt and jeans combinations you could ever hope to see. One of them has a shaven head, another has mutton chop sideburns, the third has glasses and a wispy goatee and the fourth an eyebrow that seems to circle his entire skull. None of them is wearing shoes, and the bald guy isn’t even wearing socks.
Yet, the very instant this quartet arrives, the whole castle goes so quiet you could hear the price of a pin drop. The hacks stop chewing, the American stops shouting and the two women allow their clipboards to swing peacefully at their sides. Like I said, a seminar in cool.