City Paper is not for tourists
The Impossible Five sound like a scrappy version of Chisel. And since it looks as if Chisel has hammered out its last hit, it’s up to the Impossible Five to carry on the local tradition of pegged-pants pop-punk. On their debut, Eleven Hours in Antwerp, the Five do an admirable job of making mod modern. The Five’s four members average 20.5 years of age, and I asked new-breed guitarist Jason Simon if the band is influenced by the old breed.
“Yeah, I don’t think we’re all that mod,” he says innocently. “We were going for a certain mood on the album. Kind of a little bit secret-agentesque, old-school ’60s-type secret agent.”
As I look at the psychedelicized bull’s-eye cover, I tell him I associate secret agents with mods almost immediately.
“All of us are really into John Barry and Ennio Morricone
film scores, so I guess we were trying
to do something like that when we
“Really?” I blurt. “I don’t hear that
“Yeah, so, I mean, I dunno. I guess it’s growing up in D.C. and listening to Fugazi. I guess we still play more in that style, but I dunno, that’s what we were all into when we started.”
“There seems to be a strong new-wave thing on Antwerp as well. You all must have been around 8 years old when that stuff was going on.”
“Yeah, we were all really into all the early-’80s stuff. Especially, like, Duran Duran, the first couple albums. I’m personally into Pet Shop Boys and stuff like that. So, I dunno.”
But Simon says the band is over its initial phase.
“I think now we’ve all gotten sorta tired of the secret-agent thing.”
So now that you’ve gotten tired of being secret agents, what’s next? Kung-fuers?
“No, I think it’s going to be ’70s prog-rock. All Yes or something,” Simon laughs.
“Like Tales From Topographic Oceans?” I ask, seriously.
“Yeah…or a little bit more fantasy-based,” he chuckles.
The Impossible Five play the Black Cat, Saturday August 30, with Regulator Watts and Cole.