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But tonight, backstage at New York City's Roseland Ballroom--a prearranged place at the prearranged time--Black Rebel Motorcycle Club has done its reputation one better: The band has disappeared completely. The clock ticks away the minutes before BRMC's gig with the Rapture, and intimidating-looking security guards are dispatched to search for someone, anyone with a leather jacket, hipster hair and a scowl--God knows, even the drummer will do. And then, just like that, precisely as the Roseland doors swing open, there he is: drummer Nick Jago, smoking a cigarette and scowling indeed. This is not auspicious. He's outside, it's raining, and he's already been accosted by a fan requesting autographs for his vinyl editions of B.R.M.C. and Take Them On, On Your Own.
"An interview? Now?" Jago appears puzzled. He stubs out his cigarette and smiles. Kind of smiles. "I'm supposed to be deejaying in a minute, but let me see if I can find one of the other guys."
A minute later, Jago reappears with guitarist and sometime singer Peter Hayes.
"God," Hayes murmurs, by way of introduction, "I'm really sorry about that. Have you been waiting a long time?" He leads the way to the band's dressing room, offers a beverage, sits down and smiles. Kind of smiles. "OK. I'm ready."
Now this is complicated. Because when one expects the worst, when one comes prepared for the very, very worst, it is downright perplexing to be greeted by a pleasant surprise, such as the boys in Black Rebel Motorcycle Club being sweet and obliging.
Ummmm. So what's the difference between your first record and the new one? Oh, God. Terrible.
Hayes sighs. Not a good sign. He thinks for a long moment. "Well, I think I wanted Take Them On to feel more...immediate. Not so many guitars, faster pacing, a little bit harder." He lights up a smoke. "The last record, it's a lot of questions. This one, I think it's more--statements of intent."
In other words, someone might have cleverly prodded, Take Them On does what a sophomore album is supposed to do--shows a band confident with its own sound.
"Yeah, B.R.M.C. , I think that album does feel like a debut," Hayes elaborates, unprompted. "Like, I don't know, we were afraid to be too abrasive. Maybe we thought that too many songs like 'Whatever Happened to My Rock and Roll' would give people the wrong impression. So even though we'd already written some songs on Take Them On like 'Generation' and 'Six Barrel Shotgun,' we left them off the first record. And put, like, 13 guitar tracks on everything." He smiles. Kind of smiles.
Following the 2000 release of B.R.M.C., one wrong impression people got was that the band is English. They just had to be. (Jago is, but that's coincidental; he met high school buddies Turner and Hayes while attending art school in San Francisco.) First of all, according to pre-Strokes logic, they had British band hair. Second, by the time the album came out, England's NME had already anointed BRMC and sent the band back home to Los Angeles blazing trails of hype behind them. And then there were those 13 tracks of bleary guitars, which helped BRMC's songs to comparisons with some of the great Creation Records bands of the early '90s--Stone Roses, My Bloody Valentine, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
Ironically, as much as the new album serves as a "statement of intent," as Hayes puts it, Take Them On, On Your Own also might be considered Black Rebel's American album. Like the hell-raising "Whatever Happened to My Rock and Roll," the fast songs on Take Them On shoot Stooges shrapnel everywhere, and even the slower, fuzzier tracks owe more to the Velvets than to the shoegazers of lore.
"It's all pretty intuitive," Hayes explains. "I mean, some of our songs just come from jamming when we play live. Like 'Stop,' on the new record, that grew out of this thing we started doing at the end of another song, 'Failsafe,' and every night while we were on the road we would add another part. Or I'll start a song, or Robert will start a song, and then we'll collaborate on it together. Once we go into the studio," he continues, "it's all pretty much written. I mean, maybe there's still some mumbling where the vocals will go, but the basics are cut. We kind of go where the music takes us," he concludes with a shrug.