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PLAYER: Well, no, I can't say it is really. We're more of the blood, love and rhetoric school.
GUIL: Well, I'll leave the choice to you, if there is anything to choose between them.
PLAYER: They're hardly divisible, sir - well, I can do you blood and love without the rhetoric, and I can do you blood and rhetoric without the love, and I can do you all three concurrently or consecutively, but I can't do you love and rhetoric without the blood. Blood is compulsory - they're all blood you see.
GUIL: Is that what people want?
PLAYER: It is what we do...
(Tom Stoppard)
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D'arcspire was born somewhere on the A40 between Amersham in Buckinghamshire and Acton; West London. The line was drawn there; half of it influenced by the sounds in the city and the other half was well aware you could escape to the suburbs in just under an hour. The city and the country, the light and the dark, the fast and the slow. All in between.
David; bass, lived 3 floors up in Acton, and Darryll; guitar, lived behind the fields, at the edge of the A road in Amersham that lead to Acton. After the demise of their last band, the much maligned and misunderstood 'Babycare', they did virtually nothing in music for a year. Darryll also still mourned the loss of his other bunch of warrior minstrels/Rock pissheads, that were Polaris.
Some time around Halloween at a party, Darryll and David spoke for the first time in a year. Darryll proclaiming "I have new material," and David saying, "We will record it..." Country mouse went to meet the town mouse.
Darryll - unreliable as he is with 'those sort of things' was pushed into a corner and made to play by Dave (who is very good 'at those sort of things'). The demo's were finished and a band was sought. Strange individuals were met/interviewed/auditioned and two of them were taken on.
Dikki - the drummer, formerly of Hostile Breed came into to provide a solid Alt Rock beat. Claudia Demelza moves straight from Cornwall to the front of the stage.
There is experience and naiveté, there is both subtle and direct. Gunfire and piano's, palm muting and classical strings. A respect for the past, but a strong desire to move into the future. A lesson in getting priorities wrong, in a fast moving world. Can't care what you say - you won't close our eyes to all that light.
Forza D'arcspire...
Claudia Demelza - Lead vocals
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Claudia, a Pisces for some 22 years now, is originally from the far South West of England. She left the backwaters of Cornwall for the bright lights of the big city and recently saw her first tramp. When not dodging nutters or paying ludicrous London prices in bars, she liked to relax by being in an all girl rock band. When that went 'silicone skyward', she answered an ad in the paper. When she turned up; she realised that being a nanny to four sickly rich kids smelling of disinfectant, that spoke four languages, and were only ever allowed to watch the weather channel, wasn't what she wanted to do. The world web Interweb thingy (which apparently they didn't have in Cornwall) provided her with a chance to contact D'arcspire to offer her services. They replied that they weren't really interested in the ironing and vacuuming part (and they had no kids either) but they were more than happy for her to come and sing for them. After learning approximately 14,442 words in 2 days (including ephemeral, flagellation and pedalstool) she stunned the band with her lovely eyes and cast some funny voodoo spell and got the job without them hearing her voice at all. We think. She also trained as a veterinary nurse which of course, is now of absolutely no use to her whatsoever (unless we decide to save on the vets bills if we feel we need to get Dikki neutered).
Email: claudia@darcspire.com
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Darryll McConnell - Lyrics/Music/Lead Guitar/Backing Vocals
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Darryll McConnell was born prematurely on the sofa of a council house on the cusp of Capricorn and Aquarius. (And it was probably raining too). He grew up as a sickly child, with allergies which naturally gave him plenty of time to read books and become school chess champion. When he discovered alcohol, he changed almost overnight, and thrilled at the sound of Iggy and the Stooges. He wa originally a singer due to choir training (it gets worse). After getting through 11 band members before even getting on stage with one band, he switched to guitar; frustrated at finding that if you write something for a guitarist he will never play it back the same way. A work ethic that he now wholeheartedly embraces when anyone makes any suggestions...
Email: darryll@darcspire.com
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David Greaves - Music/Arrangements/Bass Guitar
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David Greaves is so smooth that NASA tried to synthesize the formula of it to cut down the friction of space shuttle re-entries. Even with the addition of his goatee: he's still smooth - a sheer face. No one in D'arcspire has as much natural ability on a stringed instrument as Dave, though the others would like to point out that he is in fact, probably quite rubbish at a few other things (like doing 'petulance' and 'weight issues' for a start). Dave's the levelheaded one this time around, after finding a Marilyn Monroe wig does not work on stage in a bikers pub, and that's no bad thing. Because D'arcspire need a straighter edge (and Marilyn Monroe wigs look better on girls or Marilyn Monroe anyway). Dave sees sense in all this chaos, and can record it, and shape it before the others fall apart. He is well liked by children and small animals due to a certain kind of aura he has. Just don't leave any booze or food in his flat because it'll be gone when you return.
Email: dave@darcspire.com
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Dikki Robb - Drums
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Dikki Robb: Berkshire born tub thumper, chiselled from all that is Rock™. Dikki used to drum for Hostile Breed, and has brought a solid Alt. rock beat and tattoos to what would have been an altogether more sensitive D'arcspire. Dikki lives the life of a Kevin Smith movie, running a video/DVD shop opposite his flat. Friends wander in by day and night for 'slushies', discussions of 'Applied Quantum Mechanics' and the odd sneaky fag out the back.
Email: dikki@darcspire.com
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Claudia growls, Dave hears clearly, Darryll dreams and Dikki beats the living shit out of a drum kit.
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