Everyday ought to be a bad day for you – DARWIN DEEZ

Long before the NME, Nick Grimshaw or Zane Lowe started sniffing around and putting their grubby mitts all over him, Darwin Deez was sat in a small Brooklyn bar called Pete’s Candy Store, waiting in line to share a few songs with the back room’s weekly open mic night crowd.
It’s April 2008. I’m in America with life-long friend Chris Taylor, at the start of a dream that we’d shared since we were kids to travel across the country. Three nights into our trip and we find ourselves in the Williamsburg neighbourhood of Brooklyn. As Chris wanted to play a few open mic nights while we were in the country, we sought one out at Pete’s Candy Store, and signed up. Our host was this guy who reminded me of Kurt Russell, and introduced Chris as ‘Chaz Taylor’, which broke the mellow vibe of the candle lit red room when ‘Mr Russell’ was corrected, much to the amusement of all in the room who later on went to dedicate songs to ‘Chaz’.
Everyone took their turn, everything was nice and everyone was pleasant with their appreciation of each other’s music; until Darwin Deez took to the tiny old fashioned theatre looking stage, which was now lit up like a dressing room mirror. Gently introducing himself with a soft, effeminate voice, he starts playing Deep Sea Divers. As soon as the opening lines leave his lips the room is transfixed, “You and I are deep sea divers on a task; little bubbles rising from your scuba mask”. What a wonderful picture to create, and delivered so delicately, but just as everyone settles into the idea of two underwater lovers, friends, or foes; Deez crushes our pretty little picture with his melancholic chorus of “You’re bringing me down, now I’m blue, now I’m in deeper too”. It felt like I was watching a revised incarnation of Prince, this guy was incredible. After just 3 songs played on an electric guitar strung with only 4 strings in his own invented, secret tuning (Deep Sea Divers, Radar Detector, and Constellations – ), the whole room is in love; everyone parting with $5 in exchange for a homemade 5 track Darwin Deez CD, straight from the man’s hands.
The night came to an end at Pete’s Candy Store and we were told of another open mic night a few blocks over at a bar called Matchless, where Darwin Deez was again waiting in line to steal the show. It seemed we were about to witness a whole new level of musical celebration rarely seen at your typical open mic night. Deez decided to demo a new song he’d been working on by plugging his iPod into a guitar amp and dancing his way through the track (he’s known to often do similar with custom pop mash-ups). I’m not just talking about a little bop either, it was a full on choreographed routine which also saw him behind the drum kit for a few bars. You had to be there to fully appreciate the raw showmanship that was taking place in front of next to nobody in two small Brooklyn bars on a Sunday night…but it kinda went something similar to this:
After he played, I bought him a pint and he came and sat with me and Chris in a booth, asking questions about Coldplay and Foals, talking enthusiastically about England and how he’d like to visit someday.
Darwin Deez ended up soundtracking our drunken first night in Philadelphia, our flight to Austin, our 8 hour Greyhound ride from San Francisco to L.A., and the sad return to England. We must have quoted Deez lyrics every hour of everyday for the rest of the trip, most often to remind each other that we were in fact “a radar detector”.
So, Darwin Deez faded into obscurity since April 2008, right? Well, not exactly. The very clever and insightful people at Lucky Number recently released Deez’s first 7” – the painfully catchy Constellations – on a limited run of 500 copies. And on top of that, he’s due to make his First UK appearances in March with 3 shows in London:
9th March 2010 – White heat @ Madam JoJo’s
11th March 2010 – XFM X:Posure @ The Barfly
13th March – Westminster Reference Library
When I fall in love with a new band or an artist that I know very few have heard of, I find myself stuck in a strange mode of selfishness. I want to keep what I’ve just found under wraps, to keep it exclusively mine. I want to have my moment with them; I don’t want the world to be exposed. I get that “she only has eyes for me, hands off my girl!” kind of teenage crush feeling. Well, it’s time to let my ‘girl’ grow. If you love someone, you’ll set them free. Go and fall in love with his infectious creation of – in his own words – “happy music for sad people / white music for black people”.
Enjoy Darwin Deez.


