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August 1995

HOME SWEAT HOME

"We are the first post-psychiatric band. We are purveyors of mental hygiene. We will cleanse and reshape." Ange Doolittle, vocalist, soul stirrer and flinty-eyed passion dealer with temperate (and not entirely unfamiliar) four-piece WeKnowWhereYouLive, is expounding the joys of clear-headed sobriety. "To me, the whole drug issue is so high street right now. It's so uncool that it's just pathetic. I find it more exciting to adopt another angle, where we want to clean it rather than dirty it." He sits back for a few seconds and contemplates his mineral water. "We never know when we're gonna be called upon to operate heavy machinery, so alcohol doesn't really feature. Fork lifts, conveyor belts, all that sort of stuff. You never know..."

Ange, as you may remember, was once lead vocalist with triumphantly manic popsters Eat. Following the band's not entirely harmonious split, Ange submerged himself in the twilight world of professional subterfuge, hence the name WeKnowWhereYouLive. "This guy I worked with, if you gave him your name, in 24 hours he could find out where you lived, how much you had in your bank account, your dental records, hospital records... I mean, I could find out when you had your rubbish collected." A sobering thought, and no mistake.

WKWYL, August '95

Shortly before Christmas, Doolittle PI phoned ex-Wonderstuff guitarist Malcolm Treece. They started messing around in a musical sense, until logic dictated that fellow ex-Stuffies Paul Clifford (Guitar) and Martin Gilks (drums) should be invited along too. "I wasn't interested at all, to be honest," remembers Gilks, fondly. Hardly surprising really, when you consider that the Stuffier element bowed out as bill-toppers at Phoenix, whilst a tour of the UK's notorious toilets awaited their new outfit. But after six months of furious rehearsal, tour they did, dishing out free singles along the way. These seven-inchers were comprised of demo versions of 'Mental Hygiene' and 'Draped', as the band have yet to record any definitive material.

"Our original idea was to play the songs live before we'd recorded them," explains Paul. "In the Wonderstuff we'd never had the opportunity to do that. You'd go into the studio, then learn how to play it live afterwards. Doing it the other way round will hopefully add vitality."

The WeKnowWhereYouLive sound is much harder and American than that of the Stuffies ("somebody actually shouted out 'Pearl Jam!' and I said 'No no no! It's not Pearl Jam - it's Stone Temple Pilots!'."), who for the last few years of their career were perpetuating a sound that they had long since grown out of. "We were listening to Rollins and Fugazi, but we sounded like The Wonderstuff," shrugs Treece. "But this is a new chapter for us." "Let's not pussyfoot," Ange interjects. "We ain't a pop band. The more we play, the more we understand that we're far removed from what's going on in this country at the moment. I see us moving to LA, getting the poodle perms, the tight trousers and the pointed shoes."

So what of their old compadres? Do they still enjoy an amicable accord? Ange grins through his unruly tresses: "It's like when you split up with your girlfriend. When you see her you still smile, say hello, and wonder who she's shagging..."

Ian Fortnum