If the end result is not flawless, they’re not interested.
It’s the same approach they have to rock’n’roll.
They take time over answers, seeking for perfect responses. As a trio, they seem forever unsettled, even in the safety of each other’s companies. In walks bassist Robert Levon Been too, Hayes’ BRMC co-founder, dark shades on, an even darker all-black ensemble. Answering the door is a bleary-eyed, chain-smoking Peter Hayes (guitar, vocals) and his co-habiting bandmate Leah Shapiro (drums). In the living room there is gear splayed everywhere random bits of drum kits, a pedal steel guitar, stacks of vinyl. When you arrive at Black Rebel Motorcycle Club’s headquarters in East Hollywood, you know you’re sidling up to the home of some of rock’s most primal prisoners. It’s in every muscle in your body, it’s in every thought you have, it’s written all over your face. For a select few, rock’n’roll is a life sentence.
