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Since The Wonder Stuff threw in the towel more than a decade ago, the brash Hunt has haunted the periphery of the scene. Like the lecture circuit for former presidents and ex-cabinet members, Hunt put out some solo albums and worked the club scene with pickup bands as well as solo acoustic shows. He tried reuniting the original members in 2000, but after a brief tour, the same band infighting that led (along with declining sales) to the first breakup scotched the band for a second time. Finally, last year, Hunt and original bandmate Malc Treece recruited two new members, dubbed them the new Wonder Stuff, and set about working on their first release in 11 years.
The album, Escape From Rubbish Island, is a triumphant return, featuring Hunt's scathing wit and the band's resplendent hooks and harmonies. Like many of its peers, such as The Wedding Present, Orange Juice, and Talulah Gosh, The Wonder Stuff built upon the moody pop approaches of British New Wave bands like Echo & the Bunnymen, The Cure, The Smiths, and New Order. Though the band was bigger in the U.K. than across the pond, it's the critical link between '80s New Wave and today's sound, having paved the way for later (less accomplished) Britpop acts such as Blur, Oasis, and, er, Coldplay.
"I was just looking in Mojo today; on the front it says, 'Coldplay Album Hell.' I'm thinking, 'I've got to look at it.' I start flipping through it, and Chris Martin is [saying], 'There are incredible pressures upon a band that's sold as many records as us.' Boo fucking hoo," says the always outspoken Hunt. "Overprivileged middle-class pricks. The only thing they ever had to deal with is telling Daddy they were dropping out of the university. If you're finding it hell, throw the towel in. You've made your money. You've got your trophy wife. Do yourself and the rest of humanity a favor and get on with your life."
It's clear Hunt has not lost any of his snottiness (his classic tracks include "Radio Ass Kiss" and "Give, Give, Give Me More, More, More"), part of which he credits to his father, who introduced him very early to great rebel music.
"I had a very wise dad, and in Christmas '77 my dad gave me and my brother a copy of Never Mind the Bollocks for a Christmas present. I'm 11, my brother is 14, and he gives us a copy of this beautiful album, and as we're taking the Christmas wrapping of it, he says, 'I bought this record because this young man who's singing these songs is the Bob Dylan for your generation,'" Hunt recalls. "Punk rock was about getting rid of the millionaire cokehead, model-dating rock stars. I despise that's where we are and that's what Britpop basically is. It's just going back to 1975 again."
Riding chugging indie guitar with a telltale folk jangle that owes a debt to Johnny Marr, the title track of the new album sets the scene, taking shots at Britpop ("led around by fools for a decade under the Beatles' rule") and British policies, lamenting, "It's embarrassing to be led by the rear." Hunt's always been a bit acerbic, but with songs such as "Another Comic Tragedy," "Bile Chant" and "Better Get Ready for a Fist Fight," he's practically belligerent. Hunt admits he was feeling at the end of his rope.
"For four or five years I've wanted a big life change. You sort of get bored with yourself after a while," Hunt says. "I was really sick with London. I had made the mistake of moving back in 2000, and I really can't stand the place. So I started making plans to leave England and move to Dublin. Spend a lot of time with great singers and musicians, and just have some fun again."
The album has a deeply embedded theme of departure and transformation, but little did Hunt know how true it would be.
"It's certainly not a concept album. The theme of arrivals and departure and change -- that was not the intention, but what I found when I sent the lyrics to the printers and had to proofread all of them, I was [thinking], 'Jesus Christ, this is like one long song,'" recalls Hunt. "I had just recorded all the vocals, when I was on a train coming back from Stratford-Upon-Avon, which is where we recorded, and I got an unexpected call from my daughter's mother."