From NME.
Most bands wait years to be immortalised in plastic. Not Halo, who've achieved it after only a few singles. Obviously it helps that they don't get fans,so much as fanatics.
"Oh yeah, we've got some mad ones", says soft-spoken singer/guitarist Graeme Moncrieff. "We get weird presents. I get given jam sandwiches a lot, and we've had replica models made of us. You know those little plastic troll dolls? They make clothes and hairstyles for them- the attention to detail is amazing."
Three years after forming in Bristol, its obvious why Halo arouse such hysteria. After all, Graeme, brother Iain (guitar), Jim Davey (drums) and bassist Steve Yeomans (bass)already have the cult classic rock deportment and teased hairstyles. More importantly, they write hidden-depth tunes and lyrics that demand serious picking over.It's this, along with swooping theatrics, Graeme's remarkable falsetto, an industrial-sized helping of darkly paranoid lyrics and the manic operatics of last single 'Sanctimonious', which gets them constantly likened to Muse.
"Nothing against them," says Graeme, "but it seems any emotive rock band with powerful vocals gets compared to them. We deserve better."
New single 'Neverending' should provide it. A simmering intense life-and-death love song basting in its own juices, it'll see their burgeoning appeal magnify wildly. It also agurs well for imminent debut album 'Lunatic Ride'- a title that could equally apply to the bands on-the-road experiences. They've had armed police raid their hotel during a drunken spliff session, three of their cars torched in one night and the day before NME interviewed them, fate struck again.
"We played in Birmingham last night," moans Steve, "and someone told us our bus was on fire. We legged it to the car park and there was this smell of burning plastic. The TV blew up and set fire to the air conditioning. We're starting to think we're jinxed."
No chance. Such things are more likely to fuel a grandly dramatic band like Halo rather than stop them. Prepare to join the obsessives. Doll making skills optional.
"Oh yeah, we've got some mad ones", says soft-spoken singer/guitarist Graeme Moncrieff. "We get weird presents. I get given jam sandwiches a lot, and we've had replica models made of us. You know those little plastic troll dolls? They make clothes and hairstyles for them- the attention to detail is amazing."
Three years after forming in Bristol, its obvious why Halo arouse such hysteria. After all, Graeme, brother Iain (guitar), Jim Davey (drums) and bassist Steve Yeomans (bass)already have the cult classic rock deportment and teased hairstyles. More importantly, they write hidden-depth tunes and lyrics that demand serious picking over.It's this, along with swooping theatrics, Graeme's remarkable falsetto, an industrial-sized helping of darkly paranoid lyrics and the manic operatics of last single 'Sanctimonious', which gets them constantly likened to Muse.
"Nothing against them," says Graeme, "but it seems any emotive rock band with powerful vocals gets compared to them. We deserve better."
New single 'Neverending' should provide it. A simmering intense life-and-death love song basting in its own juices, it'll see their burgeoning appeal magnify wildly. It also agurs well for imminent debut album 'Lunatic Ride'- a title that could equally apply to the bands on-the-road experiences. They've had armed police raid their hotel during a drunken spliff session, three of their cars torched in one night and the day before NME interviewed them, fate struck again.
"We played in Birmingham last night," moans Steve, "and someone told us our bus was on fire. We legged it to the car park and there was this smell of burning plastic. The TV blew up and set fire to the air conditioning. We're starting to think we're jinxed."
No chance. Such things are more likely to fuel a grandly dramatic band like Halo rather than stop them. Prepare to join the obsessives. Doll making skills optional.