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Interview: Tom Kills

Tom Kills is not a normal person. Of course, that pre-determines the notion that normality isn’t something that constantly evolves at any particular moment in time or is even definable in any context; but if normality was indeed something akin to a golden yellow brick road heading toward an emerald city, then our guy Tom could be that parallel pathway that has spiked-thorny weeds and nettles uprooting the weathered paving stones and the occasional axe swinging across the perpendicular. Well, maybe not an axe, but certainly a large, weighty object that could do some serious shit if it impacted on a straggler. You see, we’ve met the guy. We’ve had a coffee (or a vendi vanilla latte, in wanker-speak) with him. We put him on at our monthly clubnight. He was, in fact, the very first interviewee for our KMTV series. He’s involved. If we hadn’t heard his dark side of the Bowie-style noir-pop prior to any of these instances, we would have placed Thomas in the non-assuming, borderlining on the plain area of our big heads – we’ve hardly ever seen him without his Badly Drawn Boy-esque beanie hat, light blue jeans and some kinda tight-as-a-tiger t-shirt (probably standard issue for manly Scottish men such as he? Probably). Then it’s not just the music he produces, records and performs in its entirety, completely on his lonesome (seeing him do this with no less than a guitar, microphone, laptop, synth, samplers and about a million different effects pedals is nothing short of impressive with a hint of mental) that makes a witness raise an eyebrow or both – it’s the way he talks about certain activities as if they were as regular as arctic snowfall in April. For example, if the guy sees fruit, he has to film it. Simple as. He’s just gotta. He also likes to frig with doll houses in his spare time. Of course, this pattern of bizarreness – the wierd mixed with the wonderful, the depravity mixed with up-tempo electro beats – raises more than a few questions in our minds. Six of them, as chance would have it. Shortly after the release of debut EP Semi (yep, he probably means half a boner), we thought this would be as good a time as any…


Could you introduce yourselves for the hi-brow readership of the Killing Moon blog?
I am Tom Kills, a singer/songwriter/musician and producer from a grim little place called Cumbernauld in Scotland. Full of abandoned shopping trolleys, devil dogs and neds (chavs). There are some nice people but they are out numbered.

KM: OOH! NEDS! We saw a film about those guys once. Bit knifey.


Favourite release of the last 12 months, and why?
Ummm Semi? ‘Cause It’s mine! Seriously though, I like my own music.

KM: Well-plugged sir.


Favourite show of the last 12 months, and why?

I’ve been too busy making Semi, producing for others, gigging and writing the follow up to Semi to get to any shows.

KM: Right, you’ve over-stepped the plugging mark there. You had it, then you lost it. We must revenge ourselves upon thee. Try writing a decent follow up to anything with this fucker in your head…


If you could moon anyone, or anything, who or what would it be?
Right now everyone in the Houses of Parliament. Wastes of space, every one of them. Police who think they are above the law and not employees of ours, who are meant to be keepers of the peace. Oh, and Rupert Murdoch and co. too. Love getting my arse out it seems!

KM: Blimey. You wanna moon, like, everybody. Sadly, there are no pictures of MPs, police-cops, or Rupe getting the lunar treatment that we’re legally allowed to post up. So here’s a picture of the Pope looking like Emperor Palpatine instead (which, let’s face is, isn’t that difficult for him).

You’re about to be killed. You get to pick one song to hear before your inevitable demise. What’s it gonna be?

The Littlest Hobo theme tune through the biggest rig on earth.

KM: You listen to that Cartoons song all the time, don’t you? DON’T YOU?


Killing In The Name Of, or Dark Side Of The Moon?

Dark Side Of The Moon.

Semi is out now.

Thanks to Rhi @ 9PR.

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