Blood, bruises and broken bikes headlined my first night of Pop Exploding. My bicycle, Old Blue, couldn't make it through even half of night one. Jaunting from seeing Pig at Gus' to see Red Mass at the Paragon, my rear fender came loose and got mangled in my rear wheel throwing me ass of tea kettle on Cunard Street. (See last night's tweets for the carnage). But it was worth it (also, a big thanks to Dan for fixing my bike). Pig was a great start to this year's HPX, setting up amp over amp and piling the small Gus' stage with eight musicians (four were Radiator Collective chums). Pig was late getting set up because they were back at Radiator headquarters practicing the set the first time together. The sound was indescribable, so here's a link to a video I took...here. Drinking Colt 45 outback I had a chance to chat with these boys from Truro. Not only were they proudly wearing Stanfield's longjohns, but they revealed they settled on the name Pig after playing with a Ouija Board. Matt, aka Dream Pig, also confessed to being only 16 years old (the rest of the band are 18 or 20). "I’m not going to school [tomorrow]. It’s a personal leave."
I didn't stay for Architects, but I did have a chance to talk with members Ali and Tom. The following transcription of our chat is brought to you today by the letter Grillz (my assistant Jill Pettipas). Even if you don't care for Architects take five minutes to check this out, they get pretty candid. Due to their Brighton accents I couldn't tell who was who, so where possible the two voices have been separated by soft-returns. Click the link below to read on, and enjoy!