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"He's got a purple drink!" shouts bassist John O'Hagan. "You're like a Care Bear! What the hell is that?" The others laugh.
Fortier smiles and casually defends himself. "It's a blueberry-vanilla Italian soda," he says. Never mind that he wears a Dokken concert tee shirt and sports a rough-looking beard. Fortier's comfortable enough with himself to indulge in a little yuppie flavor.
In a way, his behavior is consistent with Where Eagles Dare's sales pitch. The five have ventured in and out of various bands and toiled as soldiers in the Valley scene for years, but they say now is the most optimistic they've been collectively. Life for punk here is the strongest it's been since the mid-1990s, they say, and Where Eagles Dare is (so far) the healthiest band they've experienced. They've found their punk calling in life.
"This is the first band I've been in where we didn't break up after six months," says singer and lyricist Jaesyn Schiller, who at 28 is considerably older than his very early 20s compatriots. "We have five guys who are committed to the band."
Where Eagles Dare, named after a Misfits song (or perhaps an old Clint Eastwood film), is devoted to a punk style known as "hard-core," one of the only bands in Arizona devoted fully to it. That makes them stand out, one of the reasons they'll be playing on the AZPunk.com stage as part of the punk-friendly Vans Warped Tour, which comes to Peoria on Tuesday, July 15.
With hard-core, the songs are short, but the energy is not. The tunes rarely blast for more than 90 seconds, and within the songs, there are enough screaming interludes and manic chord changes for a musical asylum. The point, the members of the band say, is to be as intense as possible and to provide an outlet for fans to go berserk. In other words, the faster the music is, the more democratic the shows become. Or something like that.
"It's a really fun style to play," says Fortier matter-of-factly. "There's so much energy involved in it. There's like an emotional release."
So far, that release has been an obscure one in the Valley, according to Chris Lawson, co-owner of AZPunk.com, the area's main punk advocate. "It's starting to definitely pick up as more kids get into hard-core," Lawson says. "Where Eagles Dare has a lot to do with that. When they play, they totally grab you. It's like a wall of energy, and it's like that the whole show.
The band demonstrates its whiplash chops -- and a surprising appetite for athletic metal riffs -- on In a Thousand Words or Less, a relentless 13-minute EP released last year. It "slows down" only once, on the scathing three-minute "Ears Still Ringing," on which Schiller shows off his abstract lyricism ("Go live my dreams/I've got no time to waste/I've already injured eternity enough").
Lawson says the band shows hard-core's progression from a rebellious, obnoxious way to speed up traditional punk to something more musically intricate, using more than three chords and a heightened ambition.
The combination of hard-core's speed and thoughtful songwriting is definitely what sold O'Hagan on the band. A longtime friend of Fortier and drummer Myc Fromm, O'Hagan attended the two-year-old band's initial batch of shows. He'd dance and spin and yell and generally serve as an in-crowd instigator. When the group's original bassist quit, it seemed natural for him to step into the mix -- to the detriment of its fan base.
"I was almost bummed when he started playing with us because I'm like, half the kids that came to the shows are playing in the band now," Schiller jokes.
"People would say, Dude, nobody's gonna dance for you anymore,'" O'Hagan offers. "You're killing your local support by you joining the band.' It's kind of funny now because we get one of the better responses of any band in the scene."
"He makes our band so much cuter," Fromm yells. This is not a serious conversation, and the band members give the impression that none of their interaction is ever serious. O'Hagan just flashes his soft smile and shrugs his heavily tattooed shoulders.
O'Hagan says he's also received feedback about the band from, of all places, Japan, where an online distributor has helped Where Eagles Dare sell more than 40 copies of a CD. "I've talked to a couple of the kids that bought our CDs. They're sending pictures of their copies of the Where Eagles Dare CD from their rooms in Japan," he says. "And I'm like, Oh my God!' That's so weird."
O'Hagan isn't a total puppy, though. Schiller recalls one gig the band played a few months back in Las Vegas. The band, swept up in the intensity as it is, thrashes, leaps and screams its way through its shows. On that night, O'Hagan got so swept into the emotion, he accidentally clocked Schiller between the eyes with his bass. Blood, the bandmates say, gushed everywhere, and Schiller, in a daze, continued to lie onstage, singing and screaming as best he could.