In a blur of neon spandex, smileys and faux fisty-cuffs Trash Fashion are in action, wowing crowds with infectious “guntronic rave rock” and anarchic onstage antics. Having won London over and now touring the US, retro rave has proven addictive, writes Indigo Clarke.
“Trash Fashion began when I was changing the light in the toilet, and I fell and hit my head,” begins Trash Fashion’s fluoro flaunting hero Jet Storm. “When I came round I had the image of the flux capacitor in my mind, then some dude from the future comes over and starts ranting about some Mcfly dude, but I told him to bugger off and started a band instead.” Despite this admission, the truth behind the two year old London-based band might not be quite so back to the future as back to the recent past – specifically an era that most of us have repressed. Our teen raver moments come back to haunt us with their addictive single ‘Rave Dave’, and its awesomely demented 90s psychadelic clip – so impressive it rivals even Mugatu’s ‘Relax’.
Bare-chested with shaggy plaited hair flying and luminous junk wrapped around neck and forearms, live shows see Jet and gang leaping around and kicking one another on stage, whipping the crowd into a ‘Rave Dave’ sing-along frenzy. Surrounded by hoards of neon-loving booty babes and kids with bum bags and visors, Trash Fashion were at the helm of the nu-rave phenomenon that increasingly took over London last year (particularly the East). The craze swept the city instantaneously and is just as quickly dying away, not before inspiring emerging bands to sport the fluoro fashion. But with Klaxons coining the term, and with variations on electro, rock, pop and techno all coming under the umbrella title, does Nu-Rave as a musical genre actually mean anything?
Not according to Trash Fashion’s charismatic singing and songwriting pin-up – and avid Neighbours fan (he wants a walk-on role). “Aaaarrgggghhhh… maybe we’re nu-rave, maybe not. If you meet anyone who actually knows what nu-rave is supposed to sound like, then do let me know, innit,” says Jet. “It hasn't even started in the whole of Britain, but East London has already dumped it and gone back to it's cardigans, books on philosophy and frappa-macho-choco-lattes. Misery.”
With endless gigs throughout the UK and now the US, Trash Fashion is proving that there’s more to their music than rave references and fancy matching legging and hoody combos – donated by devotees American Apparel. Their playfully trashy, rocky, dancey sound and collectively dynamic appeal is winning over critics and audiences alike – but their jaw-droppingly mental look, consisting of anything and everything from the tops of 80s fluoro boardies as headwear, is a definite showstopper. “If you get up in the morning, look in the mirror and look weird or disgusting – then you’re looking pretty good,” says Jet. “You can wear whatever the hell you want in London, you don’t have to look like everyone else – because nobody gives a fuck. At the end of the day we just try to collect as much shit as possible so there’s something to wear on every occasion.”
Featuring, “crowd surfing, kicking, near nudity and mania amongst other things,” a Trash Fashion gig is not an experience to pass up if you can help it. But is it all sex, drugs, rock and rave for Jet Storm, blonde-locked brother Mason Storm on guitar, bassist K-Bomb and drummer Bam Bam? “Yeah it is,” says Jet, “but the sex is mainly posh wanks, the drugs are mainly paracetomol, the rave is one we're not on the list for, and the rock is made of granite.” Expect Trash Fashion’s new single ‘Mom and Daddy’ out in May, followed by a full-length album and European tour in June.