In this series, every Sunday someone is asked to write about a band that they love that may not have gained the acclaim they deserve. In the latest edition of Scattered Pearls, Jack Cooper tells us of his under appreciated heroes:
I think this is going to class as nepotism but I don’t care. When Pigeon Post asked me to write about a band, I couldn’t think of anyone better than Graffiti Island. Back when Mazes started, I got an email from the band Pens…a nice email. I didn’t really know them but because of that I began to delve into the London scene that surrounded them, kind of as a more tangible alternative to the American bands I was digging at the time (Psychedelic Horseshit, Times New Viking, mainly Siltbreeze stuff). Graffiti Island eluded me a bit and to this day I’ve only ever seen them play once and even then I couldn’t actually see or hear. Graffiti Island make music at it’s most base and pure… distilling everything to it’s main components like Beat Happening did or even further back; The Fugs. They never really play live and have barely released anything… they’re like the awesome girl who never rings you back. The Fugs is a good comparison musically and lyrically…dadaist musings usually concerned with the supernatural, the prehistoric or the crummy. They rule.
Jack Cooper is pretty much living the dream of every northern boy suffering stunted emotional growth and arrested development. After a few years of playing solo, he started up his band Mazes and promptly played every gig worth going to in Manchester whilst working for Deaf Institute. In that role, he also set up Suffering Jukebox records, putting out records by Milk Maid, Brown Brogues, Colleen Green, Bat Caves and, of course, Mazes. He now lives in London and seems to be becoming a real man. Mazes have their debut album coming out later this year.