By LA Weekly
By Henry Rollins
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By Nate "Igor" Smith
By Dan Weiss
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By Kai Flanders
Davey looks down at his beer bottle. “I found it a hard city to live in. I’m used to my daily life being simple. In L.A., it’s hard just to get from point A to point B. There’s so much to deal with.” He shakes his head as he recalls his drives from Echo Park to his girlfriend’s home in Santa Monica, or out to the Valley to practice and record with his band. Commutes like that can be soul-crushing and maddening, of course — but fortunately, Davey Ingersoll seems to be only vaguely shell-shocked. “I don’t like being trapped in my car half the day. I don’t like that it takes a half-hour to an hour to do a simple task. But I think we’ve adapted, and it just feels like home now.”
Traffic aside, life for a new band in L.A. is flat-out fucking hard. All the members have to have day jobs. Davey works as a part-time production assistant on commercials and photo shoots; Isaac does session work; Mark does “odds and ends”; and Shane owns a children’s clothing line with his wife and cuts hair at Rudy’s Barbershop. To make finances more difficult, earlier this year the band’s label, V2 (which also signed the White Stripes, the Raconteurs, Dave Matthews, local darlings the Adored and many others), recently dissolved. That leaves the band paying for the rest of its tour, covering travel and expenses to play South by Southwest and the recording of its next album.
Gosling had only been with V2 a year, but by last fall, the band felt like things were changing: “People were leaving, money stopped moving, they had been trying to get us a little more money ’cause we’re broke, and then communication became slow,” says Davey, with a “hindsight is 20/20” sigh. “Right before the new year, we heard something was going down there.” Isaac chips in that V2 “was awesome, one of the best labels.” Completely hands-off. Nothing but super supportive. Well, shit.
But this isn’t Gosling’s first time at the proverbial barbecue. Back in ’98, as Loudermilk, the band released its own independent album, Man With Gun Kills 3! American Recordings discovered it and signed them, and despite successful tours with Mötley Crüe and Megadeth, dropped them. Then, in early 2002, DreamWorks Records picked them up, and Loudermilk recorded their first official major-label release, The Red Record. A year later, DreamWorks Records shut down. And now, it seems, the curse of the disappearing label has followed them. But they’re decidedly optimistic. They’re going to focus on recording their next release, tentatively titled Charismatic Movement, and “If someone wants to put it out the same way V2 did, that’ll work,” says Davey. ”If not, we’ll put it out ourselves.” It wouldn’t be the first time.