I recently had the chance to catch up with Mishkin Fitzgerald, vocalist & pianist for Brighton, UK’s Birdeatsbaby. The band recently concluded a successful Kickstarter campaign that will help fund their forthcoming record, due later this year. 2012’s Feast of Hammers was a brilliant record as was 2013’s Present Company – the latter staking its claim as Mishkin’s solo debut. 2014 brings winds of change (sorry, bad Scorpions reference) – a band member change and a slight shift in sound. The band has successfully built anticipation for the new record using social media and even got a shout out from Amanda Palmer during their Kickstarter campaign. Here’s a bit of what we chatted about.
Last years Feast of Hammers album by Birdeatsbaby was an intoxicating blend of goth-chamber-pop that made for an evening of (un) easy listening. The band embarked on a successful tour of the United States, making a pit stop in Seattle where I got to hang out with the band and enjoyed their explosive live show. A feeble attempt to conduct an interview at the venue turned into an email exchange that shed light on the bands creative process. Mishkin offered up tantalizing hints of a forthcoming solo record which intrigued me. How would Mishkin’s solo work differ from the band setting?
Earlier this year I had the opportunity to listen to and review the latest album by Brighton, England‘s Birdeatsbaby. I was absolutely blown away what I was listening to – it reminded me of some sort of hybrid between Tori Amos and Rasputin – but with an edgier stance at times. I had the chance to have extensive email chats with lead singer, Mishkin when she let the bomb drop – the band would be in Seattle within the next few weeks, would I like to meet up with them? Uh…of course!
I’ve touched upon the years I was in high school in earlier posts (1991 – 1995), but certain other details are worth mentioning. When I initially started high school, kids who had their heads shaved, wore punk rock clothing, and generally strayed from the “norm” were labelled as ‘sub-humans’ (aren’t kids the best). There was no Hot Topic, no commercialization of punk (at least not in the way that would become so prevalent). If I wanted to get really cool (to me, that is) golf pants I had to go to Village Thrift on Broad Street (in Philadelphia). If I wanted a pair of Doc Marten combat boots, my best bet was to go to Zipperheads either in New Hope or on South Street. I kind of straddled the line between looking like everyone else, while sometimes throwing in some punk flair.