Q&A: Mutant Genes On Drunken Dares And The Appeal Of Yahoo Serious
Self-described "incompetent shitbags" Mutant Genes aren't your little brother's hardcore band. If they ever used skateboards, it was probably as a weapon or as a seat at an after-party. And they favor slightly fractured rhythms and tricky riffs to just jocky bro-core. Only about eight months old, you'll usually find them second on a four-band bill of like-minded speedy slop-thuggerybut that's only because they know not to play too late, lest they be passed out already. In advance of their show at Tommy's Tavern tonight, SOTC asked them a few questions.
Please name each band member, their rejected "punk" names, what instrument they play, and what town they are originally from.
J. Salvatore Provenzano, aka "Greasy Allin." Guitar, Carmel, New York.
Sean O'Connell, aka "Charles Montgomery Sideburns." Drums, Ottawa, Ontario, Canada.
Thomas Henry Perkins, aka "Upset Tommy." Vocals, Bethel, Connecticut.
Mikey Watkins, aka "Crocodile Gandhi." Bass, Sydney, Australia.
Mikey, what brought you to NYC, what keeps you here, and what do you miss about Australia, or don't miss?
MW: I had some close friends on the East Coast from being here on and off over the years, and got a job and a visa that allowed it. Plus I've always loved the place. I miss the beach and my friends and familybut hey, I'm in New York City, so you know, swings and roundabouts innit!
Tommy is the singer in Little Seizures, too. Will there be a gun duel soon so we can thin out the number of local bands a little bit?
THP: I think that would be like peanut butter trying to accuse mayonnaise of stealing its thunder. The two bands are different enough, so it works out.
Best drunk Mutant Genes story NOT involving Mikey:
SO: Back in April, after a show in Lowell, Massachussetts, Tommy and I found ourselves looking for a diner. We were passing a reservoir with a series of girders running above it. Tommy was pretty adamant that he could scale across it. I insisted that he was bordering on sloppy drunk, which he immediately disregarded. He made it across without a hitch, and proceeded to gloat with a victory lap back across on a much narrower girder. He managed to get in about three sloppy, zig-zagged steps before completely eating it into the shallow reservoir. His ankle was pretty fucked up for the rest of the tour.