Simon says
The magical music and the creative mechanics behind our columnist’s former band, Cocteau Twins, defy explanation – particularly by the band members themselves…
SIMON RAYMONDE
Looking back over some of the press cuttings from my Cocteau Twins days (1983 to 1997) in an attempt to jog my memory for a book I’m writing, it’s a wonder that people even dare to speak to me. I was quite convinced, for a period, that we were in fact not human at all, but had glided down on gossamer wing from some celestial plain. Interviewers seemed genuinely disappointed when we answered the door in clothes and not capes.
The perception and the reality were quite a way apart. While we could often be seen materialising from a cloud of smoke, it wasn’t our rumoured ability to apparate; it was when we got the munchies and needed to go and get chocolate, or when the roadie got carried away with the fog machine.