Exposure - Simon Breed
Tomorrow’s music today. This issue: Simon Breed
With shades of Scott Walker, Smog and Simon Bonney by way of Julian Cope and John Cale to his intimately epic, full-larynxed crooning, Simon Breed’s wordier than thou late-night troubadouring has been championed by Bad Seed Mick Harvey, the late John Peel and The Magic Numbers. Following several self-released CDs, last year’s The Filth And Wonder of . . . mini-album featured a song called ‘Cunts, Pricks, Wankers and Shits.’ A just released full-length collection, The Smitten King’s Lament, has a fish, a spider and a scorpion lurking in its eloquently constructed magical-realist narratives
You played Naples with Mick Harvey and are touring there again. So what’s the Italian connection?
I think they’re quite fond of verbose, black-humoured, melancholic songwriters. I’m going over with Rob Ellis, who’s best known as PJ Harvey’s drummer. He won’t be doing the Scottish dates, but I’ll be with a band. A big part of getting such a great reception in Italy is to do with the words. They seem to appreciate my febrile imagination and the poet as auteur, even if it’s quite oblique.
What about the singer-songwriter thing? It’s become such a bastardised term . . .
Well, I write songs, which I then sing, but I’m certainly not James Blunt.
How was supporting The Magic Numbers at the Corn Exchange?
I had a whale of a time, getting away with murder. Then we went bowling.
The new record’s a lot more fleshed out isn’t it?
I want the next one to be a lot more open and not so controlled, and for the cracks to let the light in.
Simon Breed plays the Voodoo Rooms, Edinburgh, Sat 22 Mar; Nice’n’Sleazy, Glasgow, Sun 23 Mar, supported by Malcolm Ross and The Leopards.