This is a record I ended up having to make to get on to the next stage of my life. What I did was a desperate thing to do. I'm aware of the fact that it was irrational. I didn't mean to make it sound like it was my master plan. The tour had even been going all right, but I was just kind of fed up with the situation as it was, playing the same old rock and roll crap that everyone goes through, the general moaning when you really should be grateful that you don't work in the checkout counter at the grocery.
I'm much more into bad, trashy Belgian techno. I like that much more than rock bands. The whole idea of a rock band is so archaic.
The Auteurs have become Luke Haines. I ate their bodies, spat out the pips, and sucked up their souls.
I saw the 'Popstars' programme and to me it looked more like 'Opportunity Knocks' than the kind of cutting-edge postmoderism that The Guardian would like to have us believe it was. I think what it's more about is the public and the music industry's bloodlust. It's just like someone itching to say 'Oh, confound it all, let's bring back hanging, that was good entertainment'.
When a man wants to have an alehouse meltdown, the worst thing you can do is stand in his way
