It’s fair to say that Klaxons have an amazing weight of expectation upon them. Just over a year into their existence and already the kids love them, the press love them and everyone is pretty much sporting a glow stick at their shows and a dash of day glow in their day time attire. The media can smell something molten hot going on, a Brit pop revival is in the air yet most are somewhat bemused and are having a hard time defining what this reincarnation actually is. For the music consumer and MySpace addict there’s the mad energy of the three singles - the latest, ‘Magick’, a frenetic paean to occultist Alistair Crowley, plays regularly on daytime Radio One but stands out a country mile from the mass of regulation indie.
Jamie Reynolds (26) grew up on the council estates of Bournemouth and Southampton. By age twelve he was already drinking and smoking weed and, by thirteen, hanging out with lads five years older. A group of them asked him to be bassist in their nascent indie band, Thermal, and a few bass lessons later Jamie’s band were supporting heavy-hitters of the time such as Mansun and Heavy Stereo. The big break never came, though. When they went to record Thermal’s breakthrough single they discovered the lead singer couldn’t sing and the band split up. Jamie was gutted and threw himself into partying. He studied philosophy at college but his heart wasn’t in it and he dropped out, spending the next eight years working in record shops “giving people hassle for buying records I thought weren’t cool.â€
Like Quentin Tarantino, the video store clerk who dreamed big, however, Jamie spent these years plotting, drinking in musical knowledge, and planning. Things came together spectacularly when he moved to London and was made redundant. He spent his redundancy money on studio kit and hooked up with Simon to form a group called Klaxons (Not Centaurs), named after a line from early twentieth century art text The Futurist Manifesto.
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