Some of the most fun concerts I’ve seen – and I imagine I ever will see – were some of the first on British soil by The Hidden Cameras twenty odd years ago. Lush instrumentation; communal, pseudo religious sing-a-longs; go-go dancers; and men in balaclavas dancing in their underpants. At the peak of their powers, as they were right out of the gate, The Hidden Cameras were some band.
Now there’s a new documentary, entitled Music is my Boyfriend, which documents the early days of the Toronto born group, capturing much of the magic which I’ve just described. I got to see the film last week, and so I jumped onto a sketchily connected Zoom call – sorry, there’s a few moments during the following conversation which are a bit scratchy – for a conversation with Hidden Cameras fulcrum Joel Gibb, which was, at once, fun, awkward, weird, maybe a bit rude, funny and informative.
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