Come Around You, on The Soundcheck Project.
Over the last year or so, the band have been working on new material and it’s been sounding pretty great. They’ve been previewing it in parts, over gigs, and earlier tonight I attended a gig where they played an entire new setlist, with just the Maby Baking opener, ‘170’, to close the set.
Here are some home recorded videos of two songs that will probably be making their way to the new album. Earphones and loudness recommended.
'Why Do I?'
Yeah, Whatever, live at Blue Frog, Mumbai / September 13, 2013.
Fairly recently, the band played a bunch of shows atop the amazing Red Bull Tour Bus. Yeah, no biggie. Just a bus, that has a stage on top and an entire equipment backline. The band travels in it, lives in it and well, what’s not good about something so old school and so rock n ‘roll.
I had the luck to be traveling with them for part of the journey, and watched them play about 4 times on that stage. They first played at the launch show of the tour bus in Mumbai, then travlled to the neighbouring cities of Nashik and Ahmedabad, where they toured and ended it with a headliner slot at the Bacardi NH7 Weekender, in Pune.
I had the chance to interview them prior to the shows, and here’s where you can read it.
And here’s a cool profile the good peeps at SoundTree media did on them.
Shot by the amazing Kunal Kakodkar.
I asked him to write a few words, and here’s what he had to say about shooting The Supersonics
"I’ll leave it to others far more eloquent than I to wax poetic about The Supersonics, but sufficed to say they are a really great band. The noughties saw the emergence of several strictly mediocre acts, but it was bands like The Supersonics that gave hope to the Indian independent music scene, one that seemed to be perennially poised on the cusp of breaking out.
Shooting the Kolkata quartet has always been a challenge because of the inherent tension of wanting to dance and jump and sing along at any and all points during their sets. To this day, I have been unable to take a single decent photo during ‘170’ or ‘Policemen and Nice Guys’. I was genuinely aggrieved when they decided to split, and equally elated when I heard of them getting back together. These photos were shot in June last year during their comeback gig in Mumbai. Lucky for us, they still had it.”
And, I’m going to be uploading one more stellar shot from the same collection in just a bit. Stay tuned.
Today’s guest post comes from my ex-colleague and friend, Vishad Sharma, who has some great memories attached to the band and their music.
A lot of my life’s defining moments have had an Indian band soundtracking them. The first proper gig of my life featured Zero and the first PirateBay download of my life was an album by menwhopause. There are, now, more than a few Indian bands that I love and I think I’ve sort of grown up listening to. The Supersonics were not one of these. I had heard of the Kolkata quartet while passing through in a few forums but I had sort of given up music by 2007 and didn’t really care to scout for new artists as such. I was happy listening to the same old crap.
In 2012, I took up my first full-time job as a features writer for NH7.in and suddenly I was supposed to write about music and therefore had to listen to a lot more of it. I was embarrassed that I didn’t know about the band and so after discretely looking through my editor’s discarded laptop (one that I was using until I could sort of get my own), I found a few demos and their album Maby Baking. I’ve mentioned how I used to have moments that I remember that are linked to particular music that I’ve heard but when I first plugged in my headphones and heard the aforementioned record, there were no moments other than the music. It was the kind of music a warm, discontent summer afternoon would make but for people who are kind of over being teenagers or whatever. I could not believe that it was an Indian band and that feeling never went away until I saw the band live. I’ve seen them live a few times after that and the unmounted elation I feel at any of their gigs is unique.
Some of the worst days of my life have been made infinitely better by ‘170’ or ‘We Are We Are We Are’ and almost everyone I am friends with now knows of the Supersonics and at least one of their songs. I don’t know what it is about the music, maybe it reminds me of all the bands that I used to love when I was a greasy little kid of 13 and all the bands I grew to love when I turned into an awkward angst-ridden idiot of 17. To me, the band have embodied all the ideals that make good musicians without being showboats and the fact that they broke up only to reunite and write new material that I can still love (the Pixies, they’re not) is testament to the fact that as far as indie music goes, they’re pretty much the real deal.
Tour posters for The Supersonics