Be Your Own Pet hit London, barf out then depart
Words Izzy Molina / Image(s) Izzy Molina
It came from the suburbs and ate the dude from Clear Channel. Or maybe attack of the flesh-devouring space worms from hillbilly central.
“Photoshop in some more blood!” screams Jemina, Be Your Own Pet’s Zombie-loving tomboy of a super-frontwoman. The fading shiner under her right eye clearly doesn’t concern her; she’s proud of it and wants to accentuate its dull brown and green glow when the band have their picture taken. And the style mags wonder why the never managed to turn her into a blonde Karen O. “Barf Out!” her badge reads. Fuckin’ BARF OUT BRO!!!
Nashville’s now not-teenage tearaways are in London for a flying visit on the day their killer second album, Get Awkward, drops. They’re excited, but somewhat sick of it too. There’s been a war, you see, between them and their label in the States that resulted in the forced cull of three songs. They’re still fuming.
“I really like the real version of the record,” says Jonas, “the one that’s being released everywhere but America.”
“Let’s just say it’s very frustrating,” adds Jemina. “It was a dark day when we found out. We’re not exactly Judas Priest.”
Did they worry later when they played an in-store and then a secret gig in east London - their first UK shows in over a year? Nope. They started a fuck-off food fight instead.
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