Fibroid Chitlin interview
discovered by Nik Rainey
(continued from page 75)
and what we do is very much in the vein of the early Egyptian prophets, with a stray element of French deconstructionist polemics. I suppose that’s fairly obvious to anyone who’s listened to our album.
TZ: Uhh… oh, sorry, man, I guess I kinda blacked out there. So, like, what are your influences and stuff?
Chthulu Rhys-Jones: I’ve just spent the last forty-five minutes telling you that.
TZ: Cool, man. You guys just fuckin’ rock, man.
C R-J: Why, thank you for the penetrating insight. I don’t believe anyone’s put it to us quite that way before.
TZ: Heh, heh, “put it to you.” “Penetrating.” You guys just fuckin’ ro…bluuurggghhh!!!
C R-J: Hello? Hello? Are you all right, mate?
TZ: Yeah, man, I just puked again. Fuck, you should see some of the chunks in this shit! Looks like fuckin’vegetable soup or some shit. I bet you’d fuckin’ dig it.
C R-J: Oh, yes, no doubt it’d be enthralling. Look, I was just saying that…
TZ: Hey, Mike, man! Come here!
Mike: What?
TZ: Check it out!
Mike: Yo, dude, look at all the fuckin’ chunks in that shit! Hey, who you talkin’ to?
TZ: It’s the dude from Fibroid Chitlin.
C R-J: Um…hello?
Mike: Fibroid Chitlin? They fuckin’ rock!
TZ: Fuckin’ tell me about it!
C R-J: Hello? You know, this is costing me money. I don’t usually do overseas phone interviews collect.
TZ: Hey, man, I got somebody here who wants to talk to you! Hold on. Hey, Mike, wanna talk to the Fibroid Chitlin dude, man?
Mike: Fuck, yeah! They fuckin’ rock!
TZ: Here, man, fuckin’ talk to him. I’m gonna go look for some more fuckin’ booze.
Mike: Yo, dude, you fuckin’ rock!
C R-J: Oh, yes. Do tell.
Mike: What, man? Hey, dude, you got a fuckin’ radical accent! You from, like, England and shit?
C R-J: Look, is this going to be over soon?
TZ: Mike, dude, does, like, Pine-Sol have any alcohol in it?
Mike: Hey, fuckin’ shut up, man! I’m bonding with the foreign dude over here!
C R-J: Oh, my good God, I can’t take this anymore. (Click.)
TZ: Hey, man, hand the phone back over here! I want the Fibroid dude to hear me guzzle this whole fuckin’ bottle!
Mike: Don’t bogart that fuckin’ Sol, man. We got some fuckin’ chicks comin’ over and I wanna… (tape ends)
