Interview by Holly Day

Notoriously deviant, at least in his songs, Momus, a.k.a. Nick Currie, has never been one for critics or listeners to easily typecast. His unpredictable repertoire has included an electronic baroque-themed album (The Little Red Songbook (Le Grand Magistery Records), spontaneously inspired by a piece of baroque music found on the Encarta electronic encyclopedia), Ping Pong (also on Le Grand Magistery) an album of sad and sadistic "love songs," and a host of singles that have ranged from lounge act grooves to electric-guitar-heavy ballads about heroin to kitchy songs about single urbane women desperate to get pregnant. He's also been responsible for writing a good chunk of the backing music for Japanese TV commercials, most notably for the makeup foundation "Menard."

So while Momus' newest release, Folktronic (Le Grande Magistery), comes as a surprise to many familiar with Momus' recording past, it really shouldn't--the real surprise would be if he released two albums in a row that sounded more than passingly similar. Folktronic records Momus' voyage into Americana-- specifically, America folk music. "I guess I'd just arrived in New York City--I moved to America from the UK in March of 2000--and I began to go out and experience a bit of night life, and everybody downtown or across the Williamsburg in Brooklyn were having these weird parties for their friends, sort of contests where they were wearing hand-made costumes and singing songs about superheroes and things," explains Momus by phone from his New York residence. "It struck me that this was a new form of folk art, a type of urban folk art because these people all had jobs, they weren't trying to make a living from their music. A lot of these people were working in, say, Web design, and stuff like that, but they were making this weird folk artiness in their spare time. So it seemed to me that you could juxtapose that cutting-edge technology with the really primitive, funky kind of mountain music--or perhaps it's more proper to call it skyscraper music, since it's from Manhattan."



Cosmik: How did the Folktronia exhibit come about? What was it, exactly?

Momus: That was really a continuation of the Folktronic album. I was approached by this relatively new gallery in Chelsea-LFL-to originally to just play some songs in their gallery. But then they said, what the hell, why don't we do a whole month-long show? So I just extended the ideas for the Fakeways Institute and the Folktronic album into this gallery show. I actually had a couple of teepees and some hay bales and an electronic walk-through mountain landscape. People could come in and they could see these flash presentations of the new songs, and then they could sing them in a little teepee with a hard disc recorder in it, in a kind of Chinese whispers fashion, where it was a bit like karaoke, and a bit like Chinese whispers, where you misremember lyrics or you improve lyrics, or you do some kind of oral improvisatory thing of passing the songs down to some other generation slightly changed. So it was trying to approximate the oral tradition, the years of traditional and anonymous songwriters, because those were really the big songwriters, before the copyright age. Part of my theory was that we're living in a post-copyright age, especially with the advent of things like Napster. I mean, things have probably changed a bit since last year. Folktronic is very much the sound of 2000, the ideas of 2000. Napster kind of got squashed since then, and a lot of things have changed. But these were the ideas that I was excited by then.

Cosmik: So did people at the Folktronia exhibit approach the songs very seriously?

Momus: Oh, no. They were just having fun. The songs from the exhibit can actually be heard as MP2 files on the Momus Web site, and were officially released as a mini-CD in Japan with the Folktronic CD. It's a cross between--it sounds a bit like Laurie Anderson in some places, or it just sounds like some crazy karaoke party in others. It's very comical, because there are like six voices, all at once, or many more on some of the songs, singing all their own different readings of the songs, with totally different lyrics, putting raps from other songs into the middle and that kind of stuff.

Cosmik: It's funny how in the cities people gravitate towards folkish, country-themed iconography, while in the country, people tend to gravitate towards more urban themes.

Momus: Well, the grass is always greener on the other side. It may be some kind of protective mechanism people have in their psychology in order to incorporate the other. People are scared of being too far away from their roots, or from the urban mentality, if they're country folk. I guess it's the kind of playful thing that goes on in art, where you actually try to compensate for being out of touch with what other people are doing or thinking.

Cosmik: I know you tend to release albums that kind of go against what is currently considered critically popular, especially in the UK. How have critics reacted to this album?

Momus: In the UK, it actually got really good reviews. I mean, Time Out London said it was my best album of the five or six years--they said it was sort of like David Lynch returning to form with The Straight Story, although I think he's even truer to form with Mulholland Drive. I don't think NME reviewed it at all, but we're kind of traditional enemies anyway. Hell, they don't have any readers anymore--no one reads the NME. But generally, the daily papers and music magazines in the UK have reviewed it very favorably. There is a traditional British respect for American folk imagery. Bob Dylan was, if anything, probably bigger in Britain than he was in the States, or Beck, for instance. People in England love that kind of slightly cynical and calculating if urban take on the American rural folk roots mythology. So I guess I was in that tradition.

Cosmik: Has there been a contrast between that and how U.S. presses have reviewed the album?

Momus: No. It's definitely gotten pretty positive reviews. I mean, only a couple of slightly hostile reviews have come out. I think Pitchfork.com was a little negative, although they still have it seven out of ten stars. But nobody really trashed it. Nobody's said that Momus has no right to make these wild parodies about national music. Nobody was quite fascist enough to say I had no right to mess with these formulas-because that's what America is all about. And it really struck me quite strongly that this fakeness is a truly American virtue--this whole notion that you can just arrive here from anywhere in the world and reinvent yourself and make yourself into something larger than life and faker than life and faker than real, and yet, at the same time, part of your formula for becoming fake is pretending you're real. You have to pretend you're totally authentic. Just like all the diners that are pretending to be authentically Mexican, or Chinese, or whatever? They're not, really, but it's a very American tradition to be fake. So that's why I think the album's gone down so well, because it's continuing that tradition of the immigrant claiming these false roots.

Cosmik: Would you say this is a more manly album than some of your previous releases?

Momus: I sing in a more gruff voice on some of the tracks. I think, yes, I was patterning myself after some of the rougher folk heroes, patched kind of a gruff, bandit-kind of growl into some songs.

Cosmik: How has it been like to play concerts with the way things are in the world right now? Are audiences any different?

Momus: Well, I sort of sat down and just thought about what on Earth you can do after September 11 and I thought I'd either have to go into feeling people's pain and doing 24-minute versions of "What Would Death be Like" --I've got a lot of miserable songs which I could easily revise, brush down. But I don't really know if that would help anyone. So I kind of opted for light and happy and funny, particularly because I'm touring with Stereo Total, who are just a real tonic of a band, very full of joy and laughter and pleasure and pop music, so I've basically put together that kind of concert.

Cosmik: I read that you recently had your penis cast by Cynthia Plaster Caster.

Momus: Actually, it wasn't that recently. It was back in '98, but there's been a documentary which they spent a year or so making that is now doing the rounds of all the film festivals called "Plaster Caster," and that's got me in it, so it's become a fresh kind of thing because of the documentary.

Cosmik: Is it still on display?

Momus: The penis? No, no. Her exhibition on Broadway was last year, I guess August or something of last year. As far as I know, it's not a touring show.

Cosmik: Did she give it back?

Momus: No. She keeps them all in a bank vault. If you're famous, you're in the bank vault. If you're just kind of a Joe Schmoe, you're in her lounge.

Cosmik: When it was on display, did you ever stand next to the casting and introduce yourself as the subject?

[Cynthia, not necessarily with Momus' cast.]

Momus: Oh, absolutely. I was there like a shot, standing next to my cast very proudly--no, not that proudly, because I was put in a case right next to Jimi Hendrix. Sorry, it wasn't Jimi Hendrix, it was Anthony Newly, who's actually very well endowed. I wasn't even very excited by the experience. I know you should be excited, putting your penis into a thermos flask full of lukewarm putty, but for some obscure reason, I didn't find it a great turn-on, so I'm only sort of moderately hard, and the resulting cast isn't that impressive. But I kind of thought it was a nice symbol of rock and roll declining into self- parody and tongue-in-cheek decadence 30 years on from, say, Jimi Hendrix, who obviously meant it and was very... firm. Firm in his resolution. But people like me are ironic and humorous and all the rest of it, and you can't really be that firm in your resolution when you're going in ten different directions at the same time and some of them are self-parody and some of them are genre parody. What does it all mean anymore? Can rock and roll still get a hard-on? That's the real question.


(C) 2001 - Holly Day