Star Scene: Joey Santiago ~ PIXIES

Joey Santiago’s scene is simply “random”. The guitarist and founding member of alternative rock band Pixies states: “Random is my scene. I don’t like to have plans on my free time.” Not that Santiago really has much free time that isn’t music related. He and fellow bandmates have just released their seventh studio album, Beneath the Eyrie, (third since their reformation in 2004) and touring dates have already begun.

In discussion about his past, present, and future, Santiago’s dry wit and sense of humour is evident. Santiago first picked up a guitar around 12 years of age, and he was listening to “everything” growing up. He expands: “Jazz and classical while in my parents’ car. In my bedroom played Beatles, Foghat, Steely Dan, Iggy Pop, Bowie, Joe’s Garage by Zappa (for comic relief), Velvet Underground, Little Feat, NRBQ, AC/DC and Velvet Underground.” And adds: “That took up an afternoon.” 

Santiago’s eclectic taste in music transcends into true Pixies’ style. The new album is easily recognisable as a Pixies’ album yet it is not repetitive or stale. Santiago states: “I appreciate all kinds of music. As you can see, growing up I listened to all genres. It helps me stop thinking and get out of the world and enter the realm of music and fantasy. Each genre serves a purpose to alleviate or enhance life. Each song in a Pixies record covers these moods.”

With Beneath the Eyrie, Santiago states: “I’d say that it’s a combination of what we’ve done in the past and our growth. Having said that we are lucky that we stumbled upon a style that is distinctive enough to separate us from the herd.” With creating new music and with recording, Santiago states that the process is “usually the music first. Charles would bring in chord progressions. After that I start thinking about guitar parts. On my end it has always been this way, coming up with parts for verses, courses and bridges if there are any.” He continues, “My guitar pedals are all analog. I have digital delay but [rarely] use it. There’s no need for me to be in time with the tempo.” 

Responding to a recent interview where Francis Black stated: “The ‘guy who’s got the pedals’ in Pixies has always been Joey Santiago. ‘He’s almost the keyboard player,’ Francis explains of Joey’s role in the process. ‘He has to find the right thing without getting in the way of the song or getting in the way of the singer’”, Santiago states: “I am like a keyboard player that has samples of different instruments. I like that he used the word or and not the word and. Sometimes I’m within the song/vocals and other times I like to step outside of it to give it a wtf moment.” 

There are a few “wtf moments” on Beneath the Eyrie. Santiago states: “Daniel Boone is my favourite track so it’s rewarding. It was put together rather easily on my end. Saint Nazaire would be the most challenging. It was tough to find my space in it.” Still working with producer Tom Dalgety was rewarding. Santiago states: “Tom has great intuition. He is in tune with the history of the Pixies. He is very easy to work with very professional we don’t tend to work late hours which we like. We usually stop recording around 7 PM and this allows us to use the rest of the night to work on songs.” He even suggested the album title after “David Lovering noticed an area above the studio where we were recording the album. It captures the time and place where the album was made. As it turns out the title as a Gothic edge to it.”

The near future is clear-cut for Santiago and band. He states, “Our new album just came out and we will be touring all of 2020 around the world.” Santiago’s children recently experienced this touring life. Whereas confinement in a parent’s car may have been Santiago’s, and most others’, traverse into music, his own children underwent something unique recently. He states: “My kids joined us on tour for 10 days for the first time. They slept on the tour bus. The whole deal. They found it adventurous, fun and tiring. Can’t argue there. Now they know what touring life is about.”

On their upcoming tour, Australian fans can expect “four people playing all the songs from Surfer Rosa. Probably sneak in some songs from our new record.” Also, expect Santiago’s favourite guitars: “Two Les Pauls and ES 345”.  Pixies are certainly not slowing down. After all, touring is a “great way to see the world” and Santiago enjoys his Australian visits where he “like(s) walking around the Royal Botanical Garden by the Opera House”. 

Catch Santiago and Pixies in 2020. Tickets selling fast – some dates are already sold out!

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COME ON PILGRIM… IT’S SURFER ROSA

AUSTRALIAN & NEW ZEALAND TOUR

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Brand new studio album Beneath The Eyrie out NOW!

PIXIES, one of the most influential alternative rock bands of all time, are bringing their mammoth world tour to Australia and New Zealand in 2020 – Come On Pilgrim… It’s Surfer Rosa. Pixies’ debut releases – the electrifying 1987 EP Come On Pilgrim and 1988’s debut full-length album, Surfer Rosa – brought rise to a new genre and defined contemporary music for a generation.

The tour will bear witness to both seminal albums being performed in full – plus new and old tracks spanning their extensive catalogue. Surfer Rosa is a record made up of rage, religion, gore, incest and superheroes named Tony – a debut album so good that it’s since been seen as a masterpiece. Produced by Steve Albini, it includes early Pixies classics such as “Bone Machine,” “Gigantic,” “Vamos” and “Where Is My Mind?”. Come On Pilgrim contained eight songs from the band’s first-ever studio session, produced by Gary Smith and recorded at his Fort Apache Studio near Boston.

Returning for what will be only their fourth visit to Australia, the band will perform at Melbourne’s Palais Theatre on March 10, then head to Brisbane and Sydney before flying west for a final show at Fremantle Arts Centre on March 17. In Sydney, Pixies will play a not-to-be-missed momentous show under the stars at Sydney Opera House Forecourt on Saturday, March 14.

Forming in Boston, Massachusetts in 1986, Pixies are often acclaimed as the most influential, pioneering alternative band of the late 80s, garnering extraordinary critical and popular acclaim. After five genre-defining studio albums, Pixies disbanded in 1993. The tide turned in 2004 – the band reunited and began touring, playing to sell-out crowds around the world including their first-ever Australian performances in 2007, later to be followed by a 13-show sold-out Doolittle tour in 2010 and again in 2017.

Pixies will release their brand new and eighth studio album, Beneath The Eyrie, on September 13 (through Infectious/BMG). Visceral, musically cinematic, otherworldly but strangely familiar and a bit unsettling – the album boasts 12 new tracks produced by GRAMMY nominated Tom Dalgety (Ghost, Royal Blood, Pixies’ Head Carrier). Lead single “On Graveyard Hill,” is an in-your-face, classic Pixies tale of imminent, ominous doom. Fans can order the album now. The evolution of the album’s creative process is uniquely documented in a 12-episode podcast entitled It’s a Pixies Podcast.

Pixies Come On Pilgrim… It’s Surfer Rosa Australia & New Zealand 2020

Presented by Live Nation For complete tour and ticket information, visit: pixiesmusic.com & livenation.com.au      

BIOGRAPHY ~ Beneath The Eyrie

They’re out at the old church, the locals said, hiding in the shadow of the one-armed cross.  Holed up in cabins crawling with critters, firing up the organ every morning, wailing songs of curses, death, witchcraft and unsatisfied spirits late into the night, on guitars embedded with their own dead teeth.

Pixies, they call ‘em, out there in the wilds of Woodstock, beneath the eyrie.

“It felt a bit haunted,” says bass Pixie Paz Lenchantin of Pixies’ four weeks at Dreamland Recording Studio, in the frost-bitten run-up to Christmas 2018. “We could’ve been filming a Blair Witch at the same time. The aura was thick. There was definitely a fifth member inside the church.”

The making of the third new album since Pixies reformed in 2004 was cold on the bones, but warm on the marrow.  After three decades beset with upheavals, splits, trials, and tribulations, Pixies was finally a band at ease with itself.  Their first era – when Charles Thompson IV returned from a student exchange trip to Puerto Rico, dropped out of college, renamed himself Black Francis and, in January 1986, convinced his ex-University of Massachusetts Amherst roommate Joey Santiago to start a band with him – redefined alternative rock and set the dynamic blueprint not just for grunge but underground guitar music for decades to come, but it was as fiery and turbulent off-record as on.  Even as Francis turned his Pentecostal upbringing, flair for all things Spanish and interest in the seedier, more violent Biblical tales and mythologies into gruesome yet melodic punk noirs on seminal early albums Surfer Rosa (1988) and Doolittle (1989), and indulged his sci-fi obsessions on the silvered savagery of Bossanova (1990) and Trompe Le Monde (1991), the band fought and fractured.  By 1993, the combination of Francis’s rabid roars and saccharine pop babbles, Santiago’s rattlesnake guitar squirms, Dave Lovering’s brutalist drumming, and Kim Deal’s cat-purr basslines had made them influential, era-defining indie rock giants.  But they were Pixies no more.

Re-emerging in 2004, Pixies rode back into a town they’d designed on a wave of dark jubilation, headlining festivals such as Reading & Leeds and gathering plaudits like shrunken heads in a bag.  Their first new song in thirteen years, “Bam Thwok,” topped download charts in 2004, but there were still rocks in the road ahead.  Reluctant to make a new album, Deal left the band in 2013, so Pixies’ sensational sonic sprawl of a comeback album, Indie Cindy (released as three EPs in 2013-14, then compiled into an album) was recorded with Jeremy Dubs of Bunnies on bass, and toured with Muffs singer Kim Shattuck stage left.  Lenchantin, boasting A Perfect Circle, Queens of The Stone Age and Zwan on her immaculate indie rock CV, replaced Shattuck for the 2014 tour, becoming a fully paid-up Pixie in 2016, in time to record the abrasive sixth album Head Carrier (2016).  That album saw long-term producer Gil Norton replaced by Tom Dalgety (Royal Blood).  “That was quite invigorating, trying something new,” says Dave, and its tour saw one last rattle off-road.

“We coasted over it,” Dave says of Joey having to leave the tour to enter rehab in 2016.  “It was a wrench thrown in, but as usual we just picked up and carried on, for the better of Joe.  Joe’s been a trouper, he’s been nailing it, so it’s been wonderful.  I’m glad it all happened actually.” “When you don’t drink there’s a lot of clarity,” says Black Francis, himself trying his hand at sobriety for a while.  “So when he stopped drinking… you got more of Joey.  As a non-drinking musician, Joey’s a lot more in control of what he’s doing, the execution is so much more crisp and immediate.”

With Joey back in the fray, his Pixie claws cleaned and sharpened, the band regrouped – “stronger than ever, it feels like a real family,” says Paz – and resumed their relentless touring schedule, taking in a co-headline tour with Weezer in summer 2018 (“Everything about it was fantastic,” says Dave, “it was a circus”) and live residencies in New York and London, immersed in the early Pixies artwork of Vaughan Oliver, to celebrate the 30th anniversary and deluxe reissue of Surfer Rosa (Dave: “A joy to play, those songs are like riding a bike”).

Meantime, new sounds started bubbling out of the cauldron again.  A handful of songs that hadn’t stewed quite long enough to make it onto Head Carrier were still in the mix.  A clutch more came together during three weeks of pre-production rehearsals up near Charles’s place in Massachusetts, spring of ‘18.  A few more ideas span themselves out of sound checks, spidery little critters.  By the time Pixies wended their way to Woodstock that winter, they had half an album pulling them this way and that, like will-o’-the-wisps coming in from the woods.

All sonic intentions, as is Pixies’ way, were left unsaid.  “There’s no speaking of music,” says Paz; what would come would come.  But there was a sense of freedom in Dreamland’s ghost-thick aura, of a consolidation period, completed and horizons thrown wide.  Indie Cindy had been an exploratory, transitional foray out of their comfort zone, imagining what music Pixies would have been making during their decade stranded on some faraway planet of sound – by turns frenzied, glacial and sci-fi serene.  Head Carrier had taken them, in Joey’s words “back to Pixie-land”, a dense, inward-looking record, by Pixies for Pixies, nodding to Surfer Rosa and Doolittle as Dalgety pushed everything into the red.  This time, even as they joked and cooked and meshed creatively like never before in their communal house – “It definitely felt really solid as a band,” Francis recalls, “we arrived as a band, intact” – each Pixie brought their own secretive piece to the puzzle.

“At one point I thought that we were going for some kind of western sound and I kinda ran with that for myself,” Joey reveals.  “I was into Ennio Morricone again, a grown-up version of surf music.  Anytime I could put a western twang on there, I’d try my darndest to do it.”  Paz, encouraged to contribute songs and lyrics during wine-fueled late night writing sessions with Francis emerged with two songs, “The Long Rider” and “Los Surfer Muertes,” dedicated to a surfing friend and “legend in the water” called Desiree who died catching waves while Paz was recording Head Carrier:  “It was a fluke,” she says “the fin hit her and she drowned.  It’s in a light spirit – she couldn’t think of a better way to go.”

And as for Francis, who spent most mornings teasing melodies out of the church’s organ, he allowed himself one word of dark guidance.  “Before we embarked on the record I said to Tom ‘I don’t know, but maybe this record is gonna have a more gothic feel.’  When we arrived at the studio, it’s a kinda spooky, gothic kind of a place, so if something suggested lyrically or musically something gothic, we made it more gothic, because that was the improv word that had been thrown at us.  Anything that suggested gothic, we totally embraced it.  So the record overall has that kind of a vibe.  Every song fits that category.  It’s a little bit darker.  It’s elemental; it’s moon, sky, water, tree, earth, ice, wind, spirits, animal spirits, death, battling or grappling with something, with forces, some of them seen, some of them unseen.”

How dense the macabre?  Francis even brought along a four-stringed guitar he’d had custom made with a large molar he’d recently lost embedded in resin in the headstock, roots and all.  “I think it’s cool,” he says, “but most people I show it to find it gross or weird.”

No wonder Pixies emerged from Dreamland with a record – Beneath The Eyrie, named after the bald eagle’s nest – or “eyrie” – that Dave spotted in a tree by some abandoned railroad tracks just behind the studio – that reads like a dusty book of eerie folklore tales, full of black arts, Byronesque imagery, death, and its aftermath.  “On Graveyard Hill,” the cranky new wave “Debaser” that was Paz’s third co-write on the record, pictures a witch called Donna casting a fatal curse – or is it a love spell? – on her unsuspecting lover.  “This Is My Fate,” (“a Twilight Zone episode,” according to Charles) portraits a drunkard riding the mule trains out of Harmony Borax in Death Valley, high on mandrake root.  The dreamy alt-pop limbo of “Daniel Boone,” inspired by Francis almost hitting a reindeer on a foggy drive to the church, imagines a spirit rising from the wreckage that might have been, bound for reincarnation.

Most Coleridgean of all is “Silver Bullet,” a visceral Morricone gunfight theme left over from Head Carrier, in which a “man condemned” wanders the night, hunting out a duel to end his internal torment.  “It’s become more doppelganger,” Francis says.  “Right after the song was done my daughter was like ‘silver bullet?  This is a werewolf song.”  After she told me that it did take on that kind of aspect to it. Whether it’s literally a werewolf I don’t know, but it’s definitely one wrestling with oneself.”

Supernatural beings abound. The furious, frustrated punk searching the streets of “St Nazaire”   for a “selkie bride.” a Gaelic seal woman who can return to the sea if her seal coat survives her romantic liaisons.  And then there’s Black Jack Hooligan, the Scottish sprite telling the tale of how his girlfriend became known as “Catfish Kate.”  “This is a story from my childhood that I inherited from my father,” Charles says of the album’s breezy, infectious track.  “I told the same story to my kids when they were younger.  Kate’s up there in the mountains of South Dakota or wherever in the 1800s, she’s living in the world of Native Americans and fur traders and soldiers and wanderers.  She falls into the river one day, she’s taken into the river by a giant catfish, she wrestles with the catfish.  There’s a gothic feel to that, this woman battling with a monster-sized catfish, emerging from the water wearing the skin of the catfish as her new robe with the blood dripping – ‘I am alive, I battled all night long with the catfish, and I won, I ripped him open.’  She’s victorious.”

Here, and throughout the record, a painful subtext is at play.  Black Francis has recently undergone a divorce, the lyrical impact of which he was unaware of as the songs came together but is blinding in retrospect.  Compulsive album opener “In The Arms Of Mrs. Mark Of Cain” speaks of being content in a cursed relationship (note the piano reprise from “Motorway To Roswell” at the end).  “Ready For Love” is as blatantly, brutally romantic as Pixies have ever dared to be.  The bitter, snarling “Bird Of Prey” might be told from the perspective of what Francis describes as “an unsatisfied spirit riding a Calèshe like the ghost-riders in the sky – ‘I am here to haunt again because I am not satisfied,’” but linger too long on lines like “you’ve stolen my tomorrow/So I come for it today/You stole it when you stole my yesterday” and even Francis admits it’s a divorce song:  “I didn’t necessarily know it at the time but I do now.  It’s a song of longing I guess… it’s about the loss of love.”

Death hangs heavy over Beneath The Eyrie, not least on the deceptively jaunty campfire closer, “Death Horizon,”  Here’s a vast millennium of endings.  Short term, it’s the death of a relationship. Medium term, the extinction of humanity by its own carbon smothered hand. And long term, the death of the Earth in a supernova fireball.  A near infinity of horizons, each darker than the last. “Here we are standing on the seashore looking at the horizon,” says Francis, “and even though the sun, for all of our lives represents life, we know from our knowledge of the stars that one day that star disappears.  That star blows up or implodes or whatever stars do when they finish their cycle.  That usually means the end of everything in its orbit. We already know what the end of the story is, so there’s that more cosmic finality.  There’s the death of the here and now and the things that are important to us in our current lives, then there’s the death of humanity, and then there’s the ultimate one – at the end of the day it all goes up in a supernova anyway.  If you were gonna add a fourth level to it, it’s also the death of the record, isn’t it?  It’s like ‘you’ve heard everything, you’ve heard all of the stories, you’ve heard the songs, you’ve experienced everything, the record’s over now’.”

Beneath The Eyrie recaptures the rabid velocity, boundless invention and vivid, enveloping aesthetic of Pixies’ legendary early albums without feeling the need to recreate them.  Instead the band toys with new wave, ragtime, Gallic noir, western psych, doom rock, Weezer pop and the vaudevillian cabaret they only hinted at on “Mr. Grieves.”  “We can do any kind of song, it doesn’t matter if it’s reggae, ska, jazz, Europop, we can make an attempt at it,” says Dave, and the creativity in full flow now that Pixies are a solid family again is evinced by the fact that eight or nine songs from the album’s demo sessions will be released as a companion album.  “There are at least two of them that I really like,” says Dave. “I wish they were on the album. One or two of them might be better than the record so it might take off!”

For the first time, we’ll get a peek behind the curtain of Beneath The Eyrie too. Journalist Tony Fletcher miked up the band and studio for the entire month to document the making of the record for a podcast series called “It’s a Pixies Podcast,” premiering in June. A podcast liable to bury Pixies’ reputation as glowering devils forever.  “In our later years, we joke and play around way, way, way more than ever in the past,” Dave says, and Joey agrees.  “People are gonna be surprised how not precious we are making a record.  There’s a lot of buffoonery and Dalgetafoolery going on.  People probably think we’re really serious about making our craft but, to us, it’s one big fun-fest.”

There they were, Pixies, out at the church with the one-armed cross, cackling into the night. Weaving music that grips like a spell, crushes like a curse.

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