Atomic Youth On the Making Of ‘Sunset Trajectory (East Edition)’
How did you come up with the theme?
JINGO: Theme? What friccin' theme... Wordpress twenty twenty-six?
JUICE: The theme came to me in a dream, babe. I was lying in a bath of Apple Tango, when an angel in Crocs whispered “late capitalism is so camp” and I said, yesss… write that down.
JINGO: We didn’t ‘come up’ with anything. Musicians are always like, ‘Oh we went to the woods for inspo... nature vibes! peace n luvvv’ - SHUT UP, goofy.
JUICE: Don't mind her, she's only had a pack of Monster Munch today. It's very 'punk' to be malnourished, yes?
JINGO: No that's "Incel Punk" I think. No gigs just mental illness and tweets. 72% of punk today is CSR Punk™ where some HR lady rodeo clownface lectures you about boring brainwank with an AI album cover. Sponsored by HSBC.
JAM: Like a grumpy wasp when she hasn't had her din-dins.
JOHNNY: ...theme she be drēamcræft & entropy, the sigh of the cosmos as it devourz its own taillllL
JUICE: That's hot.
JAM: Anyone ever wonder what a dog would say if you asked it how it came up with barking?
JINGO: It's all bollocks. The real "theme" is that we’re skint and I'm pissed because Tesco meal deals are going up again. We were promised a multicultural neolib utopia... when's it gonna get good? It's literally just shitter than 2008, and that was shitter than 1972.
JOHNNY: dasein. deterritorializ'd.
JAM: …I do miss when it was a couple quid. Could get a Crusha or Frijj n' all. Banoffee flavour.
JUICE: That’s the theme, babe. Lactose tolerance, stagflation, banoffee pie.
JOHNNY: inscrib'd on the innardz of a mute-swan
What impact do you hope 'Sunset Trajectory (East Edition)' will have on your audience?
JINGO: Good question, yes. Very natural human interaction. Yum yum, ready for the Captcha? Click all the squares with fire hydrants!
JOHNNY: "hope" is a plague peddled by princely pigz. we endeavour 2 overthrow the diatonic system.
JAM: Remember when Jingo infiltrated Hope Not Hate?
JINGO: Word of Command, swamp swamp.
JUICE: Please be patient with us, we're from the 1900s.
JAM: Didn't know we had an audience, that's nice.
JUICE: There's a little gathering on Geocities that says my bass has cured their IBS. Lots of lovely fan... art.
JAM: Love Geocities. Could visit a page about steam trains where the clicker smibbly bibbly is a wizard staff and the background is frog gifs.
JINGO: Now that's a proper "theme" right there. Sparkly cursors, midi files that autoplay. Modern websites are like airports for eunuchs; beige floors and Corporate Memphis.
JAM: But didn't you say privately that we were a pisstake of Alegria art?
JINGO: Shut up, Jam.
Can you talk about any standout tracks on 'Sunset Trajectory (East Edition)' and what makes them special to you?
JUICE: It all began when we found a mysterious crisp engraved with the word "orz" in a packet of Quavers. Not long after, Jam had a dream about being chased by the dwarf from Fort Boyard, and got a crush on Melinda Messenger, so he wrote the track "While" to soothe his collywobbles.
JAM: I want to talk with her about UFOs, then show her my best yoyo tricks.
JUICE: Good idea, Jammy. Us girlies go weak for a clean Loop-de-loop. Walk the dog, marry the doll.
JINGO: Anyway shutup. All the tracks are good. If this album doesn't stab you in the heart, I will.
JAM: My fav tracks are on the Atomic Youth video game OST, but I'm "not allowed to talk about that yet" the bosses said.
JUICE: That's me. I'm the bosses.
How would you describe your musical style or genre?
JINGO: Describe your genre, fellow humans. State your function. Exterminate.
JUICE: This is a punk site, yes? Well we're like if Knob Villain weren't middle class cornballs. Fee-fi-fo-fum, tehe.
JINGO: That massive forehead is where thoughts go to die, what a smoothbrain.
JUICE: Massive mouth, too. Lil' tarquin loves gobbling, gawkgawk3000.
JAM: "Hob-noblin!"
JUICE: "Wit de Goblin"
JOHNNY: the guilty gob gabbles most. the colonial cock crowz loudest from another's yard; better a merry gammon in his own land, than a cretin's confabulation abroad.
JINGO: Get banged, bellend. Wait is that "punk" enough? Ya dopey inbred Lidl Lenin lookin' ass nappy sniffin' cock-eyed clown nonce.
JUICE: Calm down, Scribbins. Breathe, align your chakras. Remember: all the proudest piggies go quiet at the slaughter.
JAM: I like to think we are "cupboard music." Nice loaf of Hovis up there, next to the custard, tin of beans keeping it company. Like a little family.
JOHNNY: 'tis the rattle of bonez in the ark, a choir of baboonz drown'd in pissss. genre is carrion; let the dogz debate the breed.
JUICE: Exactly. Genres are just astrology for men.
JINGO: And according to our chart, we are Malthusian big-beat with Deleuzian disco rising, Saturn in Uffington Horse. Aries will rinse you. Baizuo breadstep in retrograde. Nuclear-skiffle in Chiron. Your nan’s houseplants whispering in the twelfth house. Gucci-coded Maoism and post-rural shimmer, which means we're haunted by an Argos catalogue every lunar eclipse. The soft thud of a Cornish pasty against an empty skull trine in Venus, while slugs mating in Dolby surround conjuncts Tupperwave. Atomic Youth™: fresh organic qualia, non-GMO, 100% shut the heck up.
JUICE: I'm a Scorpio. Little claws and stingy tail, mwah.
JAM: What am I again, a Vibble?
JOHNNY: We are the shadow of the waxwing slain. The last gold of expired starz.
How do you approach creating something new and different?
JINGO: We approach it with a brick and poor impulse control.
JAM: The first ever human people art was that little lion bloke, right?
JUICE: The Aurignacians, babe. Lion-man figurine, 40000 years ago. Ice Age couture.
JOHNNY: blessed be, the Aurignacian... the first conjurers who carv’d the tusk, the world made theatre & Time made witness. their dream endureth when empirez are dust.
JAM: Ah, so the first cleverclogs whittled that lion-man toy. We're doing the same thing basically - only it's noise and doodles on computer boxes instead of caves. Like fridge magnets for the future.
JINGO: So what’s “new”? Nowt. Same trick, different trousers. Everything worth hearing already got hummed by someone with worse teeth.
JUICE: Creation’s just putting glitter on your ancestor's old bones, innit.
JINGO: And prog riffs are just folk jigs that fell down the stairs.
JOHNNY: naught new but the ash, naught different but the fire; lion-man lives, our stringz his sinew, our breath his roar.
