PATTON PICKS NO PEPPER
Faith No More have hit back at accusations made by Red Hot Chili Peppers frontman Anthony Kiedis that he is being ripped off by FNM vocalist Mike Patton.
Kiedis claimed in Kerrang! 292 (scan HERE): ““My drummer says he’s gonna kidnap him and shave his hair off and saw off one of his feet. Just so he’ll be forced to find a style of his own.”
Attempts to obtain Mike Patton’s comments were rebuffed by publicists claims that: “Mike’s got nothing to say.”
However FNM keyboardist Roddy Bottum told Mayhem: “I think it’s a kind of cheesy thing to say.
“To me, our band sounds nothing like Red Hot Chili Peppers. If you’re talking about long hair, rapping with his shirt off, then yeah, I can see similarities. But, beyond that, I can’t see any.”
Bottum said he was keen to contact Kiedis to check if the remarks had been made seriously.
“I haven’t talked to them since this whole thing started. We’re really good friends with that band and I’d like to think they’re doing it… like as a favour.
“I do it back as kind of joke. I hope they’re not serious about it. They probably are. They probably believe this, I dunno. It’s pretty interesting.”
Meanwhile, Bottum denies that Patton’s controversial attempts to plug his other group, Mr Bungle, during interviews has led to a lift in FNM.
“He brings up his band, yeah, but I don’t think the rest of us care much,” Bottum said.
“It’s kinda something he’s coming to terms with on his own. It’s his own thing and he’ll probably grow out of it at some stage, I’d imagine.
“If that’s what he chooses to do with is time, then I guess it’s up to him.”
But bassist Bill Gould added: “It’s a tasteless exercise in self-promotion, that sort of thing catches up with you, and the people in this band, we make sure it does!”
Bottum rounded off by claiming that there was less conflict in the band than there had been in the past.
‘The Real Thing’ is currently in the Top 20 Billboard albums in the UD, and has just attained Gold status.
RED HOT CHILI PEPPERS. EXODUS.
Kaiser Center, Oakland.
Congratulations to whoever was responsible for this bill. About time we started to see through the stifling blow that is categorisation. With Chili fans probably experiencing Exodus-style real steely Thrash for the first time, the hammerblow took a large portion of them out with vicious and serious intentions. It was a burst that none of the 8,000 sold-out crowd could’ve expected.
Exodus’ ‘H-team’ of Holt and Hunolt were crissing and crossing, Rob McKillop looked happier and more involved than he had for years, and John Tempesta was warming the stool like a veteran. Meanwhile, Zetro was taking a more stationary, commanding role as opposed to his usual lunatic lunges-and the problem really started there. I’m a big fan of Zet, yet he just never looked as though he got into it tonight. Maybe it was start-of-tour rust, maybe he wasn’t feeling well, but whatever it was, Zetro wasn’t his usual self.
A lot of ‘Impact is Imminent’ material was aired, and as the set went on fatigue seemed to creep slowly in. Hunolt, however was in absolutely manic form, a supercharged firecracker looping all over the place, whilst Holt took a slightly laid back yet just as effective role. This really is an excellent guitar team.
Yet even they couldn’t stop the set from sliding into mere competence. Standouts included ‘AWOL,’ ‘Lunatic Parade’ and a superb buzzsaw version of ‘Brain Dead’, but tonight was a rusty Exodus that will no doubt get much sharper. By the time they hit Europe with Vio-lence in support, you’ll no doubt see the fat-trimmed version.
For a small moment I contemplated attempting notes during the Chilis’ set, but realising that 8,000 dancing bodies could shove my pen back into my chest, I opted instead just to get carried away on the euphoric wave that is the Red Hot Chili Peppers live.
Note this: everyone here, including the healthy amounts of Exo-fans, loved the Peppers. Flea was the total gravitation point, a buzz-ball of muscle-taut energies whizzing and whirring, a clockwork toy out of all control, a screwed up, twisted out little demon. He handles his bass with more love, care and knowledge than most men do their dicks.
Keidis [sic] is a master performance artist, a character that’s whacked out yet frighteningly on top of things. He makes these Eastern European athletes look like paraplegics as he cartwheels, jumps, twists and crawls like one sizzled-up, serious psychiatric job. Frusciante looks like he always was a Pepper, and at heart this is obviously a tried and tested fact. He bopped and swayed around, picking that thing like it was a weapon.
And if they could all hit the drums as hard as Smith….
‘Fight Like A Brave’, ‘Higher Ground’, ‘Party On Your Pussy’, a lounge-music, nearly-acoustic snippet of ‘Anarchy In The UK’ (Flea on soulful vocals), the bops and tunes turned out of this fun(k) machine faster than the body could dance to. Or the head could bag with.
It’s like this: if you haven’t hit on the Chili Peppers by now, you must indeed be one sorry, soulless twerp.
They’re what sweaty Summer nights should be; stuffed full of rock hard, sweaty fun)k)ing…