Big Note Featured Artists
Woodchuck
Individuals' names. Drew Jes Amy Catherine Henri Kari
Website address and e-mail. www.teamwoodchuck.com
people@teamwoodchuck.com
Brief Biography.
Woodchuck originally blew into town on a warm north-westerly from the city of Glasgow, by way of various other places around the country. Now a seven-piece band who play guitars and other instruments and sing and writes songs, which are sometimes about girls, sometimes about Polish immigrants, and occasionally about the international jetset. People have said it's a sound somewhere between Giant Sand and The Lemonheads via The Eagles.
Musical style/description/quotes.
"Woodchuck knows the map of the human heart" - The Times
Forthcoming news/plans:
New single 'Crash Positions' out August 5th
Recordings made/available:
Crash Positions - CD single - August 5th Hang On - 7" single - available now Both available through shops or roughtrade.com
Influences:
West coast country rock (the eagles, steely dan) The Louisville scene (from slint to bonnie prince billy) Modern folktronica (four-tet to minotaur shock)
Daydreams:
Enormous studio in LA. Band in corpulent ruin facing down the barrel of 8th album. Producer and rythmn section are trying to mic up baby elephants as a drum sound. Guitarists are chasing a dwarf with an enormous chang bowl on his head around the in-studio quoits deck. Pianist and girl singer, having released successful solo albums, are attending separate divorce trials. Singer looks around the scene, and smiles contentedly, before vomiting crystal meth and chateau-neuf du pap down his kaftan.
Secret pleasure.
Haribo. Failing that, Crystal meth and chateau-neuf du pap.
Favourite memory:
Bandwise, our first drummer not dying of glandular fever during a particularly fashionable hoxton gig.
Longest hour:
Before particularly fashionable hoxton gig, when drummer had slept for 3 hours shivering, sweating and puking in his car, as Drew brought him whiskies on a regular basis.
Shortest hour:
Not in Iceland, probably.
Favourite gadget/luxury:
Too many to mention. The man who scoops the pips out of the band's kiwi fruit before we eat them is probably our greatest luxury. But then, that not a luxury is it?
Itchiest irritation:
Tangiers, 1947. Long story. Little chap.
Best understanding.
The D to the A to the G and to the bridge.
Greatest confusion.
The black keys.
Why aren't you selling out enormodome stadia the world over?
Beats us.
What are you called again?
Woodchuck.
Why are your answers getting shorter and shorter?
Because we're really, really busy. And it's wine o'clock.
What should we do now?
Go buy the records. And keep it country

For Further Information

Website
www.teamwoodchuck.com

E-mail
people@teamwoodchuck.com