We had an immediate hatred for Trailer Trash Tracys. Their band name conjured thoughts of of guys wearing Von Dutch caps and white vests that reveal tribal tattoos. We had to listen to their music straight away, in sheer hope that it would be slightly less annoying then the sound we’d made up for them in our heads.
“Oh my Christ!” is probably the first thing we thought after hitting play on their myspace. A perfect combination of sweet melody and cheese-grater fuzz, welded together by a Top-Gun influenced bass-line (“Take my breath away” – Boom-Boom-Bom-Bom).
Only a few gigs old, they’re first 7” is due out through No Pain In Pop in the summer. We asked songstress Susanne Aztoriasome and guitarist Jimmy-Lee from the band some direct questions under a hot spotlight.
Strangling Good Guys – Trailer Trash Tracys
What you going to have for your dinner?
Susanne: Burgers, aubergine and potato.
Jimmy-Lee: Mmm.
If you were not called Trailer Trash Tracy’s what would you have been called?
Susanne: Disgraceland.
Jimmy-Lee: The B-screens.
Why are you so fussy about people taking pictures of you?
Jimmy-Lee: Band pictures are cheesy right?
Susanne: 99% are lame.
How do you feel about giving Platform the world-exclusive first look at your actual faces?
Wow. Where did you think you would be now when you were 12?
Jimmy-Lee: In space.
Susanne: Sweden.
Describe your teenage years in five words
Jimmy-Lee: Frustrated goth hanging with chavs.
Susanne: Skater surrounded by suburban kids.
Draw a picture or take a photo of what sums up your sound?
Whom should the kids be listening to?
Susanne: Suicide.
Jimmy-Lee: Charles Mingus.
Have you ever used being in a band to charm the opposite sex?
Jimmy-Lee: No.
Susanne: No.
WORDS: JAKE MCGOWAN
