How can a bad thing, be so good?
When it comes to PINS, and their EP, Bad Thing, we’re questioning that maybe the things that are bad for us, can sometimes actually be good. PINS are a band that are irresistible; nightmarish at times, haunting and brash, but playful in their delivery and leaving a trail of mystery that acts like the bread crumbs to the gingerbread house. A bittersweet dosage of their own. An easy and tempting pill to swallow.
Any venom is balanced by grooves and sweetness, but don’t be fooled, they can bite and bark. Their hypnotic rhythms are whip smart and slick, the spoken word of the legendary Iggy Pop stomping like a taunting mantra.
As the election news came in, PINS set off for the Isle of Wight festival to deliver their brooding set. A broken down van, hotel check in, and some cheap beer later, they were ready to tell us all about it.
“We meet at midday at our rehearsal space/pig sty in Manchester’s Northern Quarter to haul our gear into the back of our trusty splitter called ‘Mary’. Buzzing about the Hung parliament result, feeling proud of our Jezza – packed the back of the van with Prosecco to celebrate later. It’s just the four of us, Lois has swanned off in a drunk haze (after staying up all night to watch the election results) to Cardiff.”
“Van Life, we head south and stop briefly at some motorway service station.”
“News hits that May is still at large, suddenly the mood is sombre and the party is off.”
“The van breaks down in Warwick, we pull over and wait for help. Who needs steering anyway? We crack the Prosecco and make friends with an ex marine who gives us a packet of custard donuts.”
“Poor old Mary gets towed to a garage in Rushden. After a really long wait, a replacement van arrives and we’re back on our way to Southampton, arriving four hours later than planned and scuppering our post-election-Jezza-
“what? i woke up like this.”
“Lois!!! we find her at the docks in Southampton and board the ferry to the Isle of Wight. Now the party can truly start.”
“Ok, so we were going to camp out but bottled it at the last minute and booked the only available hotel on the island, welcome to the Channel View Hotel.”
“The weather was forecast to be awful, we felt pretty smug that it wasn’t. Here is Faith having a wheely good time.”
“Pre-show mirror selfie.”
“We headlined the Hard Rock stage. It was awesome, and we played way louder than Mel C and Catfish and the Bottlemen who clashed with our set. We were gutted we didn’t get to hang out with Mel though, Girl Power.”
“Lois being a stone cold fox.”
“We meet a bona-fide Isle of Wight resident who says his name is Ace. We don’t understand much of what he says but he’s a lovely fella. Roughly 2am. He repeated everything he said 3 times.”
“Don’t remember this bit.”
“The descent into Heaven. Havin’ it large.”
“3am walk through the park – Kyoko makes another friend. He gives her a fake number, and we spend until sunrise consoling her.”
“‘We don’t take card’ – nice to meet you too.”
“They’ve got it all.”
“Getting irritated by the sobering minutes dragging by waiting for the ferry, we go back to the pub for a pint and some pool. It’s 1983.”
“Goodnight. Film in camera runs out.”
Words by Tanyel Gumushan