The quotable Andy Falkous
On Avenged Sevenfold: “I just want to know what they’re avenging seven times over… ‘cause even the things that really get on my nerves, I avenge them… twice?”
On Cows: See ‘On Horses’
On Germany: “The pressure comes personally; we don’t want to be some lame band who rehash their last record and as a result end up being popular in Germany. That’s how you get successful in Germany: just release the same record for 20 years.”
On Guitar Gods: “And it was probably one very disappointed and very orange Paul Gilbert groupie who was forced to pay to get in and see that horrendous display of hammer-ons and a man with a hat on onstage.”
On Holland: “Basically, in my opinion, Dutch crowds are a 15-phase argument against the legalization of marijuana. If you want to see the death of the human spirit, just play a show in most places in Holland.”
On Horses: BETTER BOVINE THAN EQUINE. See also: ‘On Hedgehogs’ and ‘On Porcupines’
On mclusky’s First album: “That didn’t make a splash, so much as barely even filled the toilet.”
On Music: “I suppose there are things in our music – quite a lot of what you could call bitterness there. That’s not something I particularly wanted. I just want to play music. Maybe there’s some nihilism, but I’m not on any explicit mission. I just think most music’s a pile of shit. That’s my basic bone of contention.”
On “To Be With You” by Mr. Big: “I was at this party and I was quite excited to be there, firstly because I was 16 and hadn’t completely come to terms with how miserable I was, but also because there was a girl there I liked. And this guy, Kevin, who kind of modeled himself on how big a Pearl Jam fan he was, he put this song on. And I said, “I hate this song so much, it excites me,” so he put it on again. I might have smashed something. And then I thought, “It doesn’t matter what this night promises. It doesn’t matter how excited I am to be here.” The basic intrigue of the evening—whether sexual or basic alcohol—filled my heart with wonder, but I knew if he played that song again, I’d have to leave. And he did. And I went home. That’s how much I hate this song. I was willing to forgo a potential sexual liaison and drinks with my teenage friends in order to never hear this banal collection of fuck-fluff again.”
On Writing: “Although I’m obviously in thrall to my influences, as is anybody who opens their mouth to sing in the company of words, I don’t have a particular form to my writing other than to limit its ridiculousness to merely silly.”