December 6th – Deep Down in the Dungeon.
The second album wasn’t going well.
After the unexpected commercial success of their first album, Mindless Soul Chimp, Small Intestine were back in the studio.
Actually having some songs would help.
Mindless Soul Chimp seemed to write itself. It didn’t of course, but eighteen months ago, in a smaller, cheaper studio, that’s how it seemed. Lars had book of lyrics mostly drawn from his experiences as a frustrated eighteen-year-old, and Hanna could sort of play guitar. Leo had a bass guitar, and, with Animal from the Muppets as a role model, Carl could hit the drums with something approaching rhythm. So they just bashed it out in a couple of days, and were proud to have achieved anything.
And then it all went mad.
Some local radio airplay resulted in a few hundred sales. Friends and families chipped in, even though, for the most part, they would never listen to it more than once. Then indie film director Werner Holzapfel, staying locally while looking for his muse, and finding it in a twenty-year-old named Greta, heard them, and decided that their ‘metal, but with a poetic heart’ was just what his forthcoming film ‘Brick’ needed. Hundreds of sales turned into thousands, then tens of thousands, then more, and the record company that signed them as a tax loss was putting gold discs up on its walls.
And so here they were. Back in the studio. Paid for by the label, and with shiny new instruments. But with no Hanna, and with no words.
Hanna was the next Avril Lavigne, apparently, and had decided that her musical needs were best served by an artistic split. So she’d gone solo, leaving the boys on their own. Learning the guitar beyond two chords was too much for Lars, and so they’d recruited Elise, Lars insisting that the female guitarist formula needed to be strictly adhered to. Elise’s talent was questionable, but the shared hotel rooms suggested that she was here to stay.
The producer, fresh from working with some of the biggest names in the Metal world, had given up prompting. He was getting paid. He’d be able to do something with what he was given, although he was beginning to worry about his reputation.
Lars had finished scribbling in his new, paid for book.
‘I call this Deep Down in the Dungeon.’
A roll of the eyes from the producer, a warm up the instruments, and the tricky second album was under way. Whether it was any good remained to be seen.
Inspired by a prompt from here