Ginger Wildheart is pretty exhausted. He's just flown back from yet another trip to Japan, a country in which his band have been adored since their first recordings in the 1990s. But one of the most enduring figures from the modern British rock scene is hardly going to be floored by a bit of jet lag.
This is a man who, ever since he squared up to the band's first record company, has been tested to the limits. He's confounded fans expectations, drank and drugged himself to near oblivion, watched his band disintegrate as a result of addiction and/or depression. And yet he's always bounced back for more.
Dispelling the tiredness with his honest-as-ever chat, he particularly perks up when talking about the far reaches of his vinyl collection. Considering their longevity, it's perhaps surprising that he speaks even more excitedly about his band, The Wildhearts.
But then, they are about to hit the road again (alongside Reef and Terrorvision), touring the UK and Australia. And, as he reveals in this interview, his rediscovered excitement is at such a level that a new Wildhearts album is even on the cards…
You come from a working class background in the North East. When you first came to wider attention as part of The Quireboys, that band had a bit of a glam rock edge. How did that look go down with your family?
I was from a very tough background, at a very rough time, where blokes weren’t encouraged to look weird in any way. From an early age I was into wearing leather trousers, white Winklepicker boots, and a ruffled white shirt with a tailed jacket. I’m not sure what made me do it, none of the bands I liked looked like that. I was into Sparks, Ramones, Cheap Trick and Motörhead. Later I came to love Hanoi Rocks because they dressed similar to me, but before they came along I was wearing this unorthodox get up, all in black and white, with my hair a complete mess. I went from looking like a Ramone as a kid to some weird, glammed up undertaker. My mother was used to me leaving the house looking like this, and feared for my life every time I closed the door behind me. And in all the years I dressed like that I was never beaten up. Maybe people admired my nerve…
That glam rock aesthetic stands in contrast to a lot of what you might occasionally see or hear in heavy rock/metal circles. Have you ever had to deal with extreme macho bullshit?
I hate all intolerance with exactly the same passion. I’ve had to stand up for my right to dress however I want, and I guess that scares off most intolerant cowards, which is all those people are. Where I come from, I used to get punched for just being a kid on the streets. I got used to taking a punch early on in life, so once I started expressing myself by wearing unusual clothing I was prepared to stand up to anyone to protect that right. Surprisingly, I never saw anyone acting macho or disrespectful around me. Not to my face anyway. I mean, I was always tall growing up, maybe that had something to do with it. But still, people always just let me be that weird penguin fella with the mad hair.