I met them in New York City in October 2002. They were playing a few shows in the area before heading back to record their album. Jamie told me that they were staying at the Chelsea Hotel, which was not far away from where I live. I soon discovered their interested in Andy Warhol and The Factory. Jamie said something like they would be more interested in getting a filmmaker like Paul Morrissey involved in the band, than a bass player. We talked about doing an interview that week. I called them the next day at four in the afternoon. They had just woken up. They soon found their way back to England.
When I heard the album, I knew this was an important band after all. Songs like "Superstition" and "Fried My Little Brains" were harder than anything before. Their confidence level in their performance had improved too. The audience's reaction multiplied. They knew these songs. The video they did for "Fried My Little Brain" was brilliant. It was lo-fi, scratchy, and sickly. The live video that Keith Martin shot in San Francisco is the same way. Music at its bare bones and its naked truth.
After seeing them play five times, in three different cities, I saw how they developed. I spoke to Jamie again after the San Francisco show in July 2003. He said they were going to Japan. I mentioned Warhol. Jamie said that there was some performance they were doing that was going to feature Gerard Malanga. So things have come full circle. There has always been, even with Warhol, an American fascination with European things. Yet there has simultaneously been a European fascination with America, epitomized by Warhol, Bob Dylan, and Edie Sedgwick. We have that vicious circle in one band called The Kills.