#46

If I were in the Darkness, playing drums (my instrument), I think I would have to be an addict of some kind — an alcoholic, probably. How else to anæsthetize the psyche-splitting agony of being funny and not funny at the same time? Of being in a parodic ha-ha hard-rock band who actually and seriously rock? Of being, as it were, simultaneously post-modern and pre-modern? With absurdity draped over every power chord, and a smirk in every lyric, still there’s headbanging in the front row. Perhaps it’s ha-ha headbanging — who can tell? Yep, bring down the booze curtain, lower the heavy velvet on this torment of sophistication.

Substance abuse: The Darkness’s unblinking voyage into the preposterous