Are You My Queen?? I miss being able to keep her warm, happy, safe when I wrap my strong arms around her. Being random, goofy, spontaneous just to see her smile and laugh so I get to enjoy her stunning grace even if a comet he for earth but I will stop it with a mighty sneeze and save the human population, thus making me the first true king.
Only a few years ago, Max and Lizzy were effectively newbies to the music game.
After a few minutes and some false starts suddenly the song is alive, the bass thick and guttural in the opening verse. Max was the first person to hear anything.
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Suddenly the guy up the ladder swears — a cluster of old confetti has been let loose from within the light, showering the tech and drifting slowly down onto the empty stage. There has always been a strange dichotomy to MS MR. In person, they are two of the nicest and funniest people you could ever hope to meet, with a razor sharp wit and intelligence.
They sling an arm around each other and bow. She pauses, picking at a thread in her dress, before continuing.
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So a lot of that…really what felt like teen angst, got recycled into that moment in time. It goes a way to explaining the change in tone on their second LP, the more upbeat How Does It Feelreleased mid last year.
You just feel fucking everything. Lizzy was running her record label — the alt pop driven Neon Gold — and Max was deep in dance classes.
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A couple of others wheel around gear boxes, unrolling cords as they go. On record, their songs are staunchly grim, and endlessly introverted — mining a deep vein early 20s angst that seems completely at odds with who they are.
Max and Lizzy shoot each other a relieved smile. We wrote a full on country song — with banjo and shit — just because we could.
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Him and Lizzy sit cross legged on the couch, with their ever present water bottles in their laps. For a long time we just fed into that crankiness. Max stations himself behind the keys and tests out a bright synth sound, while Lizzy sits on the drum kit, warming up. The house lights fade to black, and through the screams of the audience the first notes of Reckless begin to thump out from the stage.
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But now, we love it. They are relentless dancers: Lizzy crumps and squats and stomps, Max slams synth chords while spinning and moving his feet at a dizzying pace. We got off on that darkness.
Max nods. A year ago at SXSW, I had caught the band before they performed at Stubbs BBQ, and in chatting with Lizzy had mentioned their phenomenal Splendour show of the year — where they made their festival debut to a packed Mixup tent and delivered the set of the weekend.