"We've got many influences in the band but what we're trying to take on is that no two songs sound the same"
COMA: Are you after the perfect three minute pop song?
V.C: "Definitely. We've got a lot of songs in the pipeline but were just trying to do things a bit differently."
I expect by this they mean their more hard edged approach to the indie outlook, they may look like sweet kids when they step onto the stage but as soon as they plug in its like an air raid on the senses. Where they come from a ballad's probably what they stick in the middle of the road to stop joyriders! Right from the off it's crash-chord therapy all the way while still retaining a melodic albeit bitter vocal throughout. Fast and furious just like the old punks did it, that is the old punks that could do it, the ones with the ethic of '77 but who left the safety pins at home.
COMA: Are you sex, drugs and rock'n'roll?
V.C: "Oh all the way! Without a shadow of a doubt. If we ever got on Top of The Pops they'd have to cut it to bits. We come across as sweet, friendly people but if an hen party stumbled in here tonight we'd shag 'em all!"
COMA: We've heard rumours that in the early days you all used to get pissed quite a lot and fall off yer chairs?
V.C: "Yeah, but we've calmed down a bit since then. We were playing a gig and basically started larging it too early in the day!"
This 'larging it' occurred on a hot August day in the lovely Derbyshire town of Castleton where the band had been invited to play at the Peaks Inn. Lead singer Danny disappeared inebriated into a field somewhere turning up five minutes before performance time in another pub at the other end of the village. The show must go as they say, which it did until drummer Aj fell off his stool into the fireplace and the rest of the gig went swiftly downhill from there on.
V.C: "We learned a lesson from that. Now we don't get fucked until after a gig, that's when the sex, drugs and rock'n'roll kicks in!"
You've got to smile, mainly 'cos you know that when their girlfriends read this they're gonna fucking kill them.
COMA: Your manager's got an ice cream van, must be an advantage?
V.G: "Yeah, he can play our tunes while he's driving 'round. Free Screwballs after every gig! He could pass his 99's over wrapped in a Vegas Child flyer! With every double whip you get a free CD!"
Can't be bad having Mr Whippy bankrolling your rock'n' roll career, let's just hope that the reason Vegas Child are playing the festivals this summer is because of their glorious powerpop anthems rather than their manager nabbing the ice-cream concession. Nah, it'll be the music everytime, a choc ice is nice but a big bite of rock with Vegas stamped through it is better!