Kings of Convenience
Erlend Øye (left) and Eirik Glambek Bøe refuse to let
their songs be used in Wal-Mart ads.
Sadder than thou
Norway's
sneaky Kings of Convenience secretly steal from Feist
BY
Sarah Liss
KINGS OF CONVENIENCE at
Lee's Palace (529 Bloor West), tonight (Thursday, February 17). $17.50.
416-532-1598.
Erlend Øye, the
bespectacled half of
sensitive strummers Kings of Convenience, is remarkably chipper after a
day spent trying on mouse ears in the Happiest Place on Earth.
While frolicking through Disney
World might seem weirdly out of
character for Øye and musical partner Eirik Glambek Bøe,
a pair known
for their whispery and winsome meditations on fractured love and
loneliness, passing as an average pair of Florida tourists is a true
luxury for the Kings.
Most North American audiences are
just now beginning to load the
sweet alt-folk strains of the Norwegian duo's recent Riot On An Empty
Street (Astralwerks/EMI) disc into their iPods ' Sad Songs playlists,
but over in Europe the tousled-haired twosome are as massive as, uh,
Mickey Mouse.
"Here in Orlando, the chance that
we'll be recognized on the street
is, like, 0.001 per cent," chuckles Øye from his hotel room.
"But in
places like Italy or Norway, we're Coldplay.
"At shows where people don't start
screaming when we play the first song, we think, 'Shit, we have to try
harder. '"
After the band's Astralwerks
debut, Quiet Is The New Loud, dropped
in 2001, the Brit music press hastily announced the advent of the "new
acoustic revolution"; that explains those screaming Eurofans. In
classic NME style, the catchphrase "quiet is the new loud" was drained
of the Kings' original sly irony and held up as a limp-wristed rallying
cry.
The bounciest single from that
disc, Toxic Girl, ended up in a
cellphone commercial, and the Kings were seen as overnight sensations.
"We didn't want our fans to get
offended by our marketing," Øye says
of the feeding frenzy. "There was a Portuguese hypermarket chain that
wanted a song, but that would be like putting our music in, oh my god,
Wal-Mart commercials."
After the Quiet hype died down,
Bøe decided to focus on his
psychology degree, and Øye, who says it still "breaks his heart"
that
they're no longer working with an indie label (Kindercore released
their self-titled 1999 debut, and they almost signed to pal Damon
Gough's Twisted Nerve label), sang with fellow Norwegians
Röyksopp,
gigged as a DJ and released his own solo disc, Unrest, in 2003.
Luckily, the Kings' melancholic
mood music was enduring enough to
win fans in high places. By the time Leslie Feist launched Let It Die
last summer, she raved about the "fucking amazing" duo she'd recorded
with in Europe, "two guys with guitars, voices in perfect harmony.
They're those rare people who can write those classic songs, like Simon
and Garfunkel but cooler." She swore the record would melt hearts.
Which it does. The Kings' recent
Riot On An Empty Street is a
beautifully understated set of broken indie-folk poetry that hinges on
the tension between Øye and Bøe's swooning schoolboy
harmonies and the
peculiar clipped distance of their lyrics. Øye cites Suzanne
Vega as a
chief lyrical influence, but the lads' version of aloof intimacy has
ties to Nick Drake, Aimee Mann and, yes, La Feist herself.
So it makes perfect sense that the
Euro fashion icon co-wrote and
helped sing several Riot tracks. Her contributions add a nice jolt of
the nouveau bossa that made Feist's own album so captivating.
"At first, we were just e-mailing
as a joke," Øye recalls, "but a
week later, she was there. I knew right away, 'This girl is gonna be
able to come up with stuff.' We presented her with two songs we
couldn't finish, and the next day, she'd worked out all this stuff in
her head."
Feist had more of an impact than
even she knew, claims Øye, who was
inspired to write overwhelmingly sad album-closer The Build-Up, an
elegy for the end of a relationship, after obsessing over the Calgary
expat's infamous Red Demos, proto-versions of what would become Let It
Die.
"That's still my favourite stuff
of hers, and The Build-Up is a
total Leslie Feist rip-off, but because she didn't put out the demos,
it seems like the other way around," he laughs.
"She doesn't like to give this
impression, but she knows she's a big
rock star. She was smart to do the record she did, cuz it's great for
airplay – in Germany it's on daytime radio all the time. But like us,
she's still unknown in some places and totally commercial in others, in
a tricky place between indie and mainstream."
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