Naked Bulb for June 2004
By Kate Campbell Editor in Chief
Once upon a time, a few boys from the outskirts of
Bands should always have this much fun. Vaya is an endlessly energetic indiepunknroll pride of players from
The unique sound of Vaya comes from Ian’s incapability to play normally; Jip’s lack of knowledge of Canadian music, Josh’s Juicy beats, and well, Matt’s bass playing. This blend of many favorite artists creates a pleasurable sound, varying from radio worthy material, to more artistic craziness.
Vaya’s songs recently streamed on Anti-Industry were punchy, brackish and surprisingly consistent in production and cohesion. The song Leaving, despite the teeth-aching treble screech of a lo quality mp3, reminds me of the energy of The Darkness, except without the telltale vocal warble that suggests one is wearing pants that squish one’s balls.
Are they punk? Are they emo? Are they some flavor of alternative rock? What aren’t they? Vaya’s gritty edge smacks of Dashboard Confessional on a drunken bender that’s left them less whiny and decidedly abrasive and derisive. The harmonic flutter in Prelude evokes what Puddle of Mudd should have been: catchy powerpop with that studio gloss ripped right off, revealing the jagged edges of raw emotion sung from beneath a deadpan delivery. I could almost believe I was stoned off my gourd, swaying and lost in music without a thought to time or appointments.
A-I: Give us something “interesting” or little known about you.
A-I: Can you tell us a bit about the members?
Jip: Well, you can consider us to be a twisted family; I’m the mother of the group, with Ian being the ugly alcoholic father, while Josh is the jerk/son. Throughout all of this, Matt is the grandpa and grandma.
Success to Vaya counts these achievements among its numbers; but the band considers their daily grind the real measure of success. They’ve traveled 33 hours by bus to a gig in
Matt would not elaborate.
Plans for Vaya’s future definitely include being picked up by some kind of label. They know what they want, and they want creative freedom.
“I don’t think there is such a thing as a perfect contract,” says Josh. “But in the most pleasant situation, we would be able to do what we want with our art without having to constantly answer to a higher power. Just to be able to do what we do and make enough money to live, have some fun and even support a family. It would be great to be provided a chance to tour around the world, and bring our music to as many folks as possible.”
Ian adds, “Something in which we get to have at least a little say in what our contract is. When you’re forced into something with negative consequences due to being too eager, you get fucked.”
Matt is just thrilled with money, period, and on the other end of the spectrum is Jip, who wants to be able to create his music without worrying a label will axe the band because they don’t line pockets fast enough.
After all, their legacy must be timelessness. The band values music that endures over anything else. Except, of course, if they were somehow marooned on a deserted island with one toothbrush, one toilet, and only one person in the world that they would have to share that with. Music falls abruptly by the wayside; survival supercedes all.
A-I: If you were stuck on a deserted island with one toilet and one toothbrush and one other person, who would you prefer it to be?
Josh: Sinter Claus
Matt: Jesus: He would carry me across the water to safety.
Ian: Christina Aguilera, because I’d screw her till she died, then I’d live off her body. Haha. Call me.
Jip: What’s the toothbrush for? And the toilet?
Vaya has spent time on Anti-Industry.com, checking out other artists, looking to swap gigs and increase their ever-expanding resume and reach on this continent. Some fellow bands they particularly favor:
Vaya has spent time on Anti-Industry.com, checking out other artists, looking to swap gigs and increase their ever-expanding resume and reach on this continent. Some fellow bands they particularly favor:Killer Love, betablokka, Winston’s Dog, Point of Autumn and Milton & the Devil’s Party.
They are still fairly optimistic about the future of the industry and their place in it.
Jip waxes philosophic: I know for a fact that the industry is going down, however, all I see is an industry ready to boom. The indie resources are ready to be tapped, and as soon as there are labels that want to help the artist as much (if not more) than themselves then we will end up with a friendly music industry, prosperous, and musical.
Josh: I think a revolution is in the works. The bigwigs can’t fuck artists over for too long, and now the artists are finding ways to get past all the bullshit. I think it’s a new age for music.
Vaya @ Purevolume.com >> Listen now!
Current Mood: relaxed
Current Music: "Leaving" by Vaya