#found another interview about how when he was a roadie he had a tank with 2 goldfish in it but it was from the sun so take that as you will

[supersonic1994]

should be talking about his old job as an aquarium builder and his pet fish #FishBloke #Fish

[dubersbutt]

Let Me Put Something In Your Life Pt. 3 - Tyler Seguin

A/N: So Tumblr is still stupid with links so If you wanna read the first two parts then go and look up the title on my blog, or check my masterlist

Summary: sugar daddy segs, that’s all

Warnings: Smut, Threesome

(Booty, booty, booty, booty)

You were sitting in Tyler’s office with your nose deep in a textbook when the door is abruptly swung open.

“Babe, I’ve been calling you for 10 minutes,” he says walking over to you and pressing kisses to your shoulder.

“Sorry, I was busy,” you reply as you turn your head to the side to lightly press your lips to his.

“You should come down because the food is here.”

“But it's only-“ you look at the clock and see that it’s almost 3 meaning you’ve been sitting here since Tyler left for practice at around 9.

“Shit, I didn’t even realize. I didn’t even know you came home.”

“I figured. But come on, you need to take a break and eat,” he doesn’t really give you much more of an option when he spins your chair around and practically yanks you out of the chair.

He wraps his arms around your waist and kisses you on the lips.

“Hi, he says in between kisses, “I missed you.”

“I missed you too, sir.”

Your hands move down to rub him through his sweatpants so he gets the message.

“Right now? But there’s food downstairs.”

“I’m not that  hungry.”

You continue to slip your hands in his sweats and lightly give him a few pumps, feeling him get harder beneath you, “Seems like you’re not either.”

He moves you to the small couch inside the room and pulls you onto of him. Knowing Tyler doesn’t like to do much work, you remove him from his pants and then take off your shorts. You slowly lower yourself onto his dick while letting out a moan.

“Feel good, baby?” he asks, voice much deeper.

“Yes.”

You feel a light tap on your ass, “What was that?”

“Yes, sir.”

You pant as you move up and down, “Fuck, you feel so good, sir. I love when you fuck me.”

“Shit, baby.”

It doesn’t take long for both of you to reach your climax and redress yourselves to go eat lunch. Sex works up quite the appetite.

After lunch, Tyler leaves the kitchen and comes back with a small box in his hand.

“Another gift? Pour Moi?” you say batting your eyelashes. At some point, you had stopped trying to refuse Ty’s gifts.

“No, it’s for my other girlfriend.”

“That’s okay, I’ll just go ask my other boyfriend to get some something” you laugh at the annoyed face he makes.

“Careful, or I’ll spank you.”

“Promise?”

“Shut up and open it.”

He slides the box over to you and you lift the lid.

“Is this-“

“A vibrator? Yeah. I figured when I’m away I don’t want you getting carpal tunnel.”

“How thoughtful of you, sir.”

“Easy babe, I just ate. I need a nap.”

“Then go take your nap and I’ll take care of my self,” you start to put the vibrator in the pocket of your sweater when Tyler holds your wrist.

“Yeah about that, if you want it then you only use it when I’m gone.”

“Excuse me,” you raise an eyebrow. He can’t be serious.

“You heard me,” he smirks and puts the slim silver object in his own pocket.

He’s almost at the stairs when he turns back to you, “hey how do you feel about Jamie?”

“Is this a trap? Because you know that I think he’s good looking”

He laughs, “No. He was just asking about you, I think he has a cruushhh,” he stretches out the word crush and wiggles his eyebrows at you.

“Are you 13?”

“And a half,” he starts to go back up the stairs.

“Are you coming? I need to try this thing out on something.”

You’ve never run up stairs faster in your life.

~~~

The worst part about dating Tyler was having to say goodbye to him before road trips.

“I’m gonna miss you,” he says with his arms around you and kissing you softly. The two of you are standing in the foyer with the dogs waiting patiently for their turn to say goodbye to their dad.

“I’m gonna miss you too. Call me when you land.”

“I will.”

“And we’re gonna have to put your gift to good use later, ”you say as you give him another kiss.

He lets out a small gasp, “(Y/N), the children.”

“Shut up, you goof.”

When he finally lets go of you the dogs come rushing forward to say goodbye. He takes his time giving each some love before he leaves, closing the door behind him. Marshall and Cash leave to go to their normal doggy routine while Gerry stares at the door, still young enough to miss Tyler every time he leaves.

~~~

The call comes at around 6 pm. You were sitting in the kitchen with a bowl of leftover pasta when your phone starts buzzing. You call the dogs from the next room over so that Tyler can talk to them. When you pick up the phone Ty is shirtless, surprising, and the dogs are practically mauling you to try and see their dad. “Hey, Ty,” you try to say under the mass of fur.

“Hey, babe, you wanna move from under the dogs.”

“I’m trying,”  you yell. You manage to run up the stairs so you can get away.

“Okay, I am away from the children,” you pant.

“Out of breath? Maybe I should take you to the gym to do some cardio.” “Or we could just have more sex.” “I don’t know if I can handle that, you already wear me out.” You laugh, “Getting old there, Ty?” “Oh you girls and you multiple orgasms, you think you’re so great.” “I have to say Tyler, it is pretty great.”

He lets out an annoyed huff of air.

“I left you a present in the closet.” It takes you a while to find it. First, Tyler said that he wanted you to find it all by yourself, but then, after watching you run around the closet for 10 minutes trying to find it, he tells you.

“Behind your dress shirts? Why the fuck would I look there?” You take the cardboard box, wrapped in duct tape, into your room and sit on the bed. You prop Tyler on the pillow and open it.

“Why is this one like this? I can break a nail on this box,” you complain.

“Sorry, it was supposed to come a few days ago so I didn’t have any time to make it nice.” “If I break my nail then you owe me head. But if you don’t then you still owe me head,” you look at him as you manage to rip it open.

“Deal,” he laughs.

You do eventually end up opening the box, thankfully all 10 nails are still attached to your fingers. You weren’t sure what you were expecting, but it definitely wasn’t what you found in the box.

“Is this a-”

“Dildo of my dick? Yeah, made just for you.” You thought it looked familiar. It was a dark green colour, the same colour as the Stars jersey. Long and thicker at the base like you’ve grown accustomed to over the past few months.

“They didn’t have anything bigger?” “I swear to god, if you make fun of that stupid interview one more time,” you can tell that he just sounds annoyed. He doesn’t mind your playful banter. “Hey, you’re the one who outed yourself, not me, flat ass,” you raise your hands in surrender and laugh at him.

“Well, I was planning on letting you use it, but now…” he trails off with a small smile.

“No, I’m sorry, sir,” You say as you bat your eyelashes at him.

“Atta girl. Take off your shirt,” he says and you see him settle himself back on the couch.

You do as he asks and you hear him let out a groan, leaving you in just your bra and pants.

“You have the most gorgeous tits. Let me see them.” You reach behind you and let your bra fall down your arms, “Let me see you too, Ty.”

He moves the camera down and shows his semi-hard dick in his sweatpants. He grabs himself through his sweatpants and lightly strokes himself, “You get more when I get more.”

You take that as your cue to remove your pants and move your hand in your panties and rubbing circles on your clit. You prop yourself on your other arm call and ask Tyler what he wants you to do next.

“Fuck, grab either the dildo or the vibrator and take off your panties,” he finally takes off his sweatpants to show you his dick, hard and turning pink with precum starting to pool at the tip. You grab your new toy because it’s closer. “Take it and just rub it against you, but don’t put it in. I’ll know.” You follow his instructions, rubbing the fake dick along your folds, feeling yourself become wetter.

“Please let me fuck myself, sir,” you pant.

“Shit, you look so perfect like that. Fine, fuck yourself. But slow,” his voice is low and gruff and you can’t help but whimper at his request.

You slowly slide the dildo inside you, throwing your head back with a moan. You start to move it out again, “Fuck, Tyler. I miss you” “I miss you too baby,” you can see him start to move his fist faster, “say my name.”

“Tyler,” you moan out again, “Let me fuck myself faster like you would.”

“Ask nicely.” “Please, sir. Please let me fuck myself.” “Fuck, I love when you beg. Yes, baby, go ahead, I’m not gonna last much longer.”

You start to move the dildo faster. You lie back on the bed and spread your legs so Tyler still has a good view. You start moaning out more when you get closer to your orgasm. “Fuck, Ty, please let me cum.”

“Yes, baby.” Those two words are all you need before you let yourself fall over the edge and explode into bliss. You hear Tyler call out your name and you’re brought back to reality and lift yourself up to grab the phone.

“I miss you,” he says.

“It’s only been one day.” “I know, but I miss you.” “I miss you too.”

You hang up and stay on the bed for a while before getting up to clean yourself up.

~~~

When Tyler returns home you can tell he’ll probably be upset considering the fact that the Stars lost 3 out of the 4 games on their last roadie. You hop into the shower before Tyler’s plane lands, expecting him to be upset. When you step out and check your phone, you see that you have a missed call from Tyler. Pressing the phone to your ear you started to get ready in a style you liked to call semi-causal sexy. Which, this time consisted of Tyler’s favourite shorts, they barely covered your ass and were soft and fluffy like regular pyjama pants, and a tank top.

“Hey,” he answers.

“Wassup, babe. You gonna be home soon?”

“Yeah, but I wanted to ask you if you minded if Jamie comes over. We’ll bring food.”

Well, shit, that meant you had to wear a bra.

“Ty, it’s your house. You don’t have to ask me.” “Well I just thought I’d warn you in case you were planning a sexy surprise,” you can hear Jamie cough in the background.

“Are you sitting right next to him, asshole?”

“Yeah, and you’re on speaker,”

You hear a weak hello from Jamie.

“Hey, James. Well, I guess it’s a good thing I didn’t answer the phone the way I wanted to.”

Poor Jamie coughs again while Tyler laughs.

“Alright babe, I should go before Jamie has a heart attack from embarrassment.”

You blow dry your hair and when you’re finished you can hear the garage door open and the dogs scurrying to see who has arrived. You put on a robe, leaving it untied, and go downstairs.

When you get to the kitchen Tyler’s pulling out for from a bag and Jamie is nowhere to be found. You walk up behind him and wrap your arms around his waist.

“Hi,” you say as you press a kiss to his shoulder.

“Hi,” he replies and turns around slipping his hands around you and under your tank top. He leans down to kiss you again and you melt into his touch.

The two of you forget about the food until you hear another cough from Jamie. You pull yourself away from Tyler and the blood rushes to your face when he gives your ass one last squeeze.

“Hi, Jamie.”

“Hi, (Y/N),” he replies. You had met Jamie a few times after your first meeting the bar, and the two of you had gotten along well enough.

“What’s for food?” you ask.

“I got Thai from that place down the block,” you have to keep yourself from showing your disappointment, Tyler loved that Thai place and you did not, “Relax. I know you don’t like it so I picked you up tacos from the Mexican place next to it.”

“Oh you know me so well,” you say as you jump up to give him a kiss on the cheek.

The three of you eat while chatting a little. You try to keep the conversation light since the comments bashing Jamie specifically had just arose. You also didn’t want to remind them of their frustrating road trip either. They tell you about the prank they pulled on their rookie.

“So we took Miro’s laces out of his skates and then used them to tie his gloves and his sticks together,” Tyler recalls red-faced from laughing.

“He was 7 minutes late for practice so coach made him skate 7 laps,” Jamie adds on also laughing.

“That’s so mean. Leave him alone,” you say lightly swatting Tyler on the shoulder lightly.

“That’s nothing. My rookie year the guys ordered a stripper at the place I was staying at when my mom was visiting,” Jamie said.

“Really?”

“Yo, I didn’t know about this,” Tyler says.

“Because I don’t like talking about it. But they didn’t know my mom was there.” You can’t help but laugh at the image of a young, 20-year-old Jamie Benn, probably just as socially awkward as he is now, red-faced because of a stripper visiting his house while his mother was in town.

“What did you do?” you manage to say in between laughs

“I couldn’t move or say anything. My mother was one room over and she asked who was at the door and I froze.”

“Did she find out?” “Considering the fact that she had “Naughty Girl” by Beyonce blaring, I think my mom figured something was up.”

“So she didn’t see you two together?” Tyler asks, the two of you very invested in this story.

“Oh no, she did. Seeing my mother was the only thing that made her stop stripping.” “Of course that happened to you,” at this point, Tyler’s face is redder than you’ve ever seen it and he’s laughing so hard you’re not sure that he’s getting oxygen.

“Maybe we should ask Miro when his family’s visiting,” Tyler finally manages to say once he’s controlled himself.

“No you won’t,” you say, “the poor kid goes through enough with you guys making him skate laps.”

“Trust me, I would have gladly skated a thousand laps then go through that,” Jamie says shaking his head and sipping his beer.

~~~

Eventually, the three of you decide to watch a movie in Tyler’s media room. Tyler sits in the corner of the couch and you snuggle up next to him. Jamie’s about to sit on the couch next to you when you call out to him.

“Hey jam jam, come sit with us,” you say and pat the spot next to you with your foot.

“Jam jam?” he asks with an eyebrow raised.

“You need a nickname. Why don’t you like it?” you bat your eyelashes at him.

“I can get used to it,” he smiles at you.

Tyler whispers in your ear, “you know he doesn’t like it. He’s just trying to make you happy because he liiikes you.”

You just roll your eyes.

Ten minutes into the movie you notice Jamie’s hand is kind of awkwardly hovering above your leg like he doesn’t quite know what to do with it. You take his hand place it on your knee.

“You know you can move it higher, chubs. I don’t mind sharing,” Tyler says unexpectedly.

“Fuck. You sure?” Jamie breathes out.

“You good with this (Y/N)? We won’t do anything you don’t want to,” Tyler asks.

You nod your head.

“I need to hear words, baby.”

“Yes, sir.” you hear another soft fuck leave Jamie’s mouth.

You feel Jamie’s hand move up your thigh and it stays there for a while. You can tell him and Tyler are having a silent conversation, but you can’t see what’s going on since your head is still on Tyler’s chest.

Eventually, you feel Jamie pick you up and move you so your head is on his chest. You’d be lying if you said you didn’t enjoy being manhandled. His hand rests on the waistband of your shorts for a moment before slowly, hesitantly making their way inside.

“You know, Jamie, if I didn’t want this I would have said it already,” you say trying to urge him along.

It seems to work because soon he’s slipping his hand underneath the band of your underwear and rubbing circles on your clit. You let out a soft sigh to let him know to continue.

“She likes when you rub the heel of your palm against her and finger her at the same time,” Tyler says from across the couch. His eyes are still on the TV but you doubt he’s paying much attention to it.

Jamie follows his instructions and you moan loudly, throwing your head back a little. You look Jamie in the eye and say, “so you can finger me in front of my boyfriend, but you can’t kiss me?”

“Oh, she’s a feisty one isn’t she?” Jamie asks as leans down to kiss you. While you're distracted, he slowly adds a second and then a third finger.

You hear Tyler agree and laugh. Your chest starts to rise and fall faster as you get closer to your climax.

“Excuse me, (Y/N), did I say you could come? Just because there’s a guest doesn’t mean that the rules have changed,” Tyler says knowing you're close to your orgasm. He’s no longer looking at the TV but he tells Jamie to move his hand faster. Jamie listens and now the shocks of electricity begin to build even more.

“Fuck, sir, please-fuck- let me come,” you plead.

“Mmm, no,” he says but Jamie continues to move his fingers in and out.

“What? You asshole,” you yell and you hear Jamie laugh from above you, 

“You’re an asshole too.”

“I really don’t think you should be saying that,” he says and stops all movement.

“Fuck, I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it, I’m just horny.” you beg and he restarts.

At some point during your conversation, Tyler has moved in between your legs and has started to pull down your shorts and panties. He doesn’t even bother to take them off, just leaves them pooled at your ankles.

“Okay, now you can come.”

As soon as the words leave his lips you fall over the edge, and let out a loud moan. You stay with your head pressed against Jamie’s chest panting, as he slowly pulls them out.

“You should taste her,” Tyler suggests. Jamie lifts his hand and sucks his fingers clean. You whimper at the sight but Tyler scoffs, “I’m surprised you did that ‘Mr. I don’t box munch’”

“Okay, shut up. That was years ago. I’ve had girlfriends that changed my mind,” he rolled his eyes.

“Jam jam, you said that?” you questioned in shock.

“It was a long time ago. I’ve changed,” he says exasperatedly.

“Prove it,” if you were being completely honest, you didn’t care what he said or didn’t say, you just wanted to get your pussy ate.

He picks you up again easily and lies you down on the couch where he settles in between your legs. Your head is now in Tyler’s lap and he runs his fingers through your hair. You feel Jamie’s tongue on your pussy, slowly licking a long stripe up. He circles his tongue around your clit and inserts a finger. Meanwhile, Tyler, not wanting to be left out, lifts your tank top above your breasts to reveal your bra.

“Why are you wearing this,” he says as he reaches around you to unclasp it and pull it off.

“‘Cause you said, Jamie, is gonna-fuck-come over. I didn’t-shit-wanna be rude, fuck,” you manage to pant out somehow through sex hazed brain.

Tyler starts to pinch your nipples, rolling each one between his fingers.

“Do you feel good, baby? Do you like Jamie eating your pussy?” Tyler asks.

“Yes, sir.” “But you remember that you’re mine, right?”  

You don’t get to answer because your orgasm hits you out of nowhere and you’re screaming something, you’re not even sure what at this point.

You’re limp from your back to back orgasms but you feel Tyler pull you off his lap. When you come back down to reality you realized that Tyler has left the room and Jamie’s still lazily lapping at your core, sending little shockwaves of pleasure through your body.

“Where’s Ty?”

“He went to go get something.”

You eventually have to remove Jamie’s head from you because you can’t handle the over stimulation. You sit up and look at Jamie, there’s an obvious tent in his sweats and he’s still fully clothed.

“Thank you for that,” you say kissing him. You moan when you taste yourself on him. You start to raise his shirt off his body but he stops you.

“Not right now.”

You pout but get down on your knees in front of him, “at least let me return the favour.”

He doesn’t stop you when you lower the waistband of his sweats and pull him out, fully hard and leaking at the tip. You lick your lips in anticipation as you move your thumb around the tip and spread the little bead of pre-cum. You put your mouth around the tip and start to take Jamie’s dick little by little. He was a quite a bit thicker than Tyler, longer too, so you had to relax your throat some more.

As you start to slowly bob your head you slip your hands under his shirt and run hand your hands along the taut muscles that lied underneath his shirt. And then raking your nails down his abs and along with his well-muscled thighs. As you suspected, Jamie is quiet both in bed and real life, but you did manage to get a few moans here and there and one very soft whimper noise.

“Well, I went to go get a condom because I thought Jamie would want to fuck you, but he’s already busy.”

You pull of Jamie’s dick long enough to say, “you can still fuck me, sir.”

“You just had two orgasms and you already want another?” to which you just nod, “God, James, if she keeps this up then I’m going to need you to come over more often.”

“I’m okay with that,” Jamie says softly.

Tyler crouches begins you where you’re sitting with your hands and mouth on Jamie’s lap, and your bare ass in the air. You feel Tyler run his hand along your ass cheek and giving it a light slap.

You let out a small yelp and jerk forward on Jamie’s cock a bit, but he doesn’t seem to mind.

“She’s so good at this,” Jamie says just barely loud enough to hear.

“If you think her mouth is good then you should feel her pussy.”

“Next time.”

You can’t help but get excited for next time, even though this time isn’t over yet.

Tyler lines himself up with your folds and just runs his dick along them a bit, “you good with this, (Y/N)”

Unable to speak due to the dick in your mouth you just give Tyler a thumbs up and you hear him chuckle but he starts to slowly push himself into you. By the time he’s half ways, you cannot contain yourself anymore and moan around Jamie’s dick. He, in turn, lets his head drop over the back of the couch in ecstasy.

You move your hands back to his shirt and start pawing at it to get it off.

“She likes to run her fingernails up and down your chest when she’s blowing you. Take off your shirt, you won’t regret it,” Tyler says slowly picking up the pace.

“If you wanted to see me shirtless, you could have just asked,” Jamie says as he finally takes off his shirt and throws it god knows where. You take the opportunity to scratch your nails a bit harder, enjoying the faint pink lines you leave behind.

Despite wanting to laugh at his comment you couldn’t really because of your current situation. But you do pull off Jamie long enough to tell Tyler to fuck you harder.

Tyler does what you ask, the sound of skin slapping on skin obscene, but you moan around Jamie some more. You can tell he’s getting close by the rapid rise and fall of his chest and you bring your hands onto his thighs, digging your nails into his the hard muscle there. He wraps his fingers in your hair as he climaxes, shouting your name. You try to swallow all of his cum but a little bit dribbles out onto your chin.

Now that you could focus on Tyler fucking you, you called his name urging him on. Your third orgasm of the night was fast approaching and Tyler reaches around your wait to rub at your clit.

“Come on baby, come for me. You’ve been such a good girl.”

“Ah, fuck, TYLER!” You scream as you come, your orgasm hitting you like a train. You can only hold yourself up on your forearms as Tyler pounds into you. His thrusts are much sloppier now meaning he’s almost finished. Soon you feel the familiar warmth of his cum fill you up, yelling your name as he finishes.

When he slowly pulls out he flips you onto your back as you start to come down from your high.

“You got something on your face,” Tyler says as he wipes the little dribble of Jamie’s cum from the corner of your mouth and making you suck his thumb clean.

After a few minutes, Tyler tries to nudge you with his foot.

“Come on, get up. Last time you slept on the floor your back was fucked.”

“If you think I’m in any state to walk right now then you are very sadly mistaken, sir.”

You can hear Jamie laugh and then all of a sudden you’re being picked up in Tyler’s arms.

“Let’s go, princess.”

As soon as Tyler places you on the bed you’re asleep. You vaguely feel him wiping your thighs with a wet washcloth between your thighs. You assume Tyler leaves to say goodbye to Jamie and let the dogs out but when he returns he presses himself against your back and the two of you sleep peacefully.

[doomedandstoned]

FAMYNE

~Songs in the Night~

Interview & Photographs by Angelique Le Marchand

I am wrestling with all the crap in my pockets for ages as my mobile goes off on a London double-decker bus. I just missed a call, and it’s neither my bestie nor a robot calling to offer me PPI. It’s Jake Cook drummer for the band FAMYNE calling to finalise our plans to meet up for an interview in Camden, just before the band’s gig at The Black Heart. This proper phone call feels like such a good omen. It is refreshing to come across someone like Jake, who doesn’t solely rely on texts or emails nowadays.

As I had feared, my quest for a reasonably quiet room suitable for recording the interview is not fruitful, and the initial plan of booking a copacetic space ahead of time was impeded by the band’s busy schedule prior to tonight's show. As a result, all seven of us decide to make the band’s tour bus our "office" for the duration of our discussion. Parked outside the venue, it’s perfect -- quiet and well lit, with plenty of armrests to prop pints of cider on (the band’s drink of choice).

Famyne is:

Tom Vane (vox)

Jake Cook (drums)

Martin Emmons (rhythm guitar)

Chris Travers (bass)

Alex Tolson (lead guitar)

Justin Crouch (silent member and head roadie)

Famyne by Famyne

Origins

The Canterbury doomers were inspired by Opeth’s song "Famine" to name their band. The song is an extract from the pivotal album 'Heritage' (2014), which Famyne’s founding members have a predilection for, and although their taste in music stems from a variety of influences, all five share an admiration for the Swedish prog-metal legends.

At the time that Famyne were formed, Tom was studying the history of English as part of his undergraduate degree, which played a big part in personalising the band’s name. The spelling is a reference to orthographic variations in Old English, with the vowel "i" being interchanged with “y” depending on your geographical position across the country during the Early Medieval Period.

Like all bands, Famyne went through a great number of possible names before coming up with one that clicked. "It’s like naming a baby almost," says Tom. "You think of how people could take the piss out of it. In that case, no. Let’s not be called that." Their search had to be brought to a halt when the band was offered their first gig with Skull Tank and Death Truck Mutiny at their local bar. They already had a set put together, but they still hadn’t decided on a name. They needed to come up with one -- fast -- if anything, for the gig’s promotion poster. "Famyne seemed to fit," recalls Jake.

Famyne underwent several changes before progressing to their final line-up. The band was initially put together by founding members Jake on drums, Tom on vocals, and first lead guitarist, Wesley. Wesley departed the band after their first show in October of 2014, as he was unable to commit to an increasingly busy live schedule. Jake slowly met the other members of Famyne in local pubs, including bassist Chris Travers. Both admit having no clear recollection of their first encounter due to the consumption of large amounts of alcohol, although the legend goes that Chris may have been found headbanging on his own at either The Cherry Tree or The Foundry in Canterbury.

Jake also met lead guitarist Alex Tolson in a Canterbury bar. Alex was invited to one of the band’s practice after making a big impression at one of his early live performances. He was instantly enthused to becoming part of the project, interestingly bringing with him some amps specially built for Famyne by his father. Alex Williams and Alex Johns successively played rhythm guitar, with Johns serving as long-standing guitarist for two-and-a-half years, although he never officially committed as a full-on member of the band.

As touring and the release of Famyne’s debut album required a more permanent rhythm guitarist, it felt a natural progression for Martin Emmons to complete the line-up, and he made his first live appearance as official member of the band at The UCA Bar in Canterbury on the 29th of June 2018. Martin, who has known Jake since he was 14 years old, is another eminent musician on the Canterbury scene. His prog-punk band Witchdoctor shared stage with Famyne several times, and he stood-in for Johns at some of Famyne’s shows, enabling a very smooth transition. To date, Martin continues to play with Witchdoctor and they are currently working on new material.

Guilty Pleasures

Having a peep at somebody’s music collection is a quick way of breaking the ice and getting to know them better. But picking out unexpected pieces is even more interesting as it helps defining their quirkiness, so I am curious about surprising records that may be dotting the bandmates’ personal collections. Jeff Beck’s guitar play and the way he becomes one with his instrument are an inspiration for Alex. At the moment, he is also digging Funkadelic for their fusion of funk, rock and metal. Tom’s revelation that Cocteau Twins and The Cure -- with attention to Disintegration -- get a regular spin, is coherent with some of the discrete brush strokes of post- punk in Famyne’s outputs. In his own words, Martin likes a lot of "weird shit." Quite a range on the spectrum in fact, from math rock to Zappa and King Crimson, with Cardiacs being top of his list of weird.

Although the bandmates tease the head (and only) roadie Justin that he has no choice but to listen to Famyne, he manages to explain that he is also a nü-metal fan, particularly enjoying Korn and Slipknot. Chris cites "Voulez-Vous" by Abba as one of his guilty pleasures. A single that he does own and that gets blasted in his living room, together with a lot of doom. His disclosure is met with roars of laughter from the rest of the band, but a spirited approval from me as a fellow owner of Abba’s records. If you’re going to indulge in unpretentious pop, you may as well listen to the good shit. But Chris currently also listens to a lot of Uncle Acid and the deadbeats, as well as 1000mods, and some early Metallica. Time to turn to Jake and ask him about any records in his collection that may surprise our readers.

Jake: "I’ve become a very big Ghost fan."

The "office" erupts in a huge scream. I’m ashamed to say, I suddenly forget my place. I catch myself curled up in fetal position, repeatedly punching my knees. In stitches, Alex and Martin, have completely disappeared behind their seats, while Justin is crying so hard that he looks dangerously close to having a fit. Chris briefly recovers to come to my rescue with a sympathetic handshake and a piercing "Yesssss!!! Her, too!!!" Jake is a man who will stand by his convictions, and he calmly continues.

Jake: "I know there’s a lot..." (interrupted by more laughter).

Tom: "He’s always trying to play it at parties and stuff."

Jake: "Well, say what you will but they influence me, it’s a band I like. I can’t argue with the thousands of turns up at shows."

Tom: "Yeah, you can say that about Britney Spears."

Jake redeems himself by talking us through his boundless admiration for Opeth. Then comes the revelation that he also recently acquired a soft spot for The Darkness.

Chris: "Because you can hit those notes!"

Jake (grinning): "Of course, I’m a very impressive singer actually!"

Chris proceeds to entertain us with a superb impersonation of Justin Hawkins, beating Jake to it.

No Stone Left Unturned

It’s difficult to listen to Famyne’s debut album and pick just the one favourite song, and one that would remain such as set in stone. All of them sound so unique, yet they work harmoniously juxtaposed in an album. In just over four years in existence, the band have already created a signature sound that, within split seconds of a first listen, is capable of prompting inner-monologues running along the lines of: "Ah, I recognise this...it’s Famyne."

Describing their own sound and uniqueness is not an easy task for a band. Famyne are self-aware about revealing their personal thoughts on the subject as they are interested in their listeners’ interpretations without influencing them. "Famyne is Famyne," says Jake. "We all have one central point that we’re influenced by, and that is doom. That’s why we all come together." Doom may be the binding agent of their sound, but the bandmates’ varied musical influences prevented them from falling too rigidly within the frames of the genre.

Famyne EP by Famyne

"Everything gets thrown in and we knock each other’s ideas," adds Jake, "we’ll change this and we’ll add this, and it all gets messed around." "We do what we like to do," explains Chris. "What appeals to us and what we think sounds good. No stone is left unturned, for sure." If the bandmates agree on the importance of sounding different, their self-awareness guards them from placing this thought process before the quality of their songwriting. "I wouldn’t say we try specifically to sound different," Jake says. "We don’t do it at the expense of the song," adds Tom. "The song needs to feel right, it needs to flow."

Working in a super-tight collaborative way plays a big part in sounding unique, but Tom pushes the concept further by explaining how Famyne work as a true democratic band. "Let’s say someone is really passionate about how a song needs to be. It doesn’t matter how passionate they are if four of us disagree, it’s not going to happen."

"There is a good mixture of the heart and the head in the direction of the band," he adds. Tom’s vocals stand out as a distinctive piece of the jigsaw defining Famyne’s unique sound. "I know that my vocals aren’t the same as everyone else’s," he reflects. "It’s definitely influenced by a range of different artists. Every time I sing something, I kind of have a meter in my head saying: how predictable is this? I don’t want it to be so predictable, but I also want it to feel right."

With an imposing vocal range technically flawless on record, his precision on stage singes a lasting impression. As Tom reveals that he was stage trained, his ease suddenly makes perfect sense; he has been singing since the age of four, working in musicals in several different countries as well as in the West End. Having gained a lot of singing practice from such a young age certainly shows.

‘No one really knows the whole full story of how we got this album put together’

Famyne released their self- titled, first full- length in September 2018. The band recorded the album over four different studios, each chosen to craft a specific sound envisioned not only for the band’s vocal parts and own instruments, but also for guest string musicians Cat Ledgerwood (cello) and Karen Jolliffe (violin/ viola).

Every single detail gone into putting the album together was overseen by the band themselves. As there is a heartfelt abundance of detail, it’s surprising to hear that the album was entirely self-funded. Producing such an accomplished piece with no backing financial support strikes as a respectable tour de force, and a good measure of the passion that Famyne poured into their output.

While the bandmates pride themselves in their independence, discussing recording their new album also spurs on memories of considerable hardship. "We’ve gone to do what we do, we’ve just gone for it no matter what," says Chris. "No one really knows the whole full story of how we got this album put together and our struggle in places, especially financially, sometimes. But no matter what, we just spent the money to do it. If it needs to be changed, and that means another day in the studio for this little bit, it doesn’t fucking matter. We’re doing it."

Tom composed the lyrics and cites Neil Peart as influential on his writing process. He likes the way the Rush’s lyricist produces massive songs that develop into concept albums. Tom observes that he may be perceived as goobledegooking the lyrics, but he does in fact put a lot of thought into them. I suggest that the atmosphere and themes developed have a feel of the poètes maudits from the 19th Century, but the texts are in fact quite personal. "It’s a mixture of philosophy, and fear, and also just honesty. These three things are what are behind a lot of my lyrics, a lot of the time," says Tom.

The album comes beautifully presented with an ongoing monochrome theme. A refined band shot by photographer Phill Morgan adorns the inner sleeve, while Russian artist Vergvoktre was commissioned to create a dramatic tryptic, reminiscent of Romanticism and the engravings of Gustave Doré. Vergvoktre featured the city of Canterbury on the front panel as Famyne are close to their local roots and heritage, as well as being inspired by the Canterbury sound and scene.

This is a feel they wanted to represent in the album’s artwork. "We don’t know much about the guy," says Tom about Vergvoktre. "He’s somewhat mysterious. We had these ideas for four panels that were interconnected and when put together, provided a kind of 360 degrees feel, which is why they blend together if you put them next to each other."   "Like a Famyne lampshade!" Jake adds, prompting laughs and my comment that they could easily sell those in Ikea. "We could brand that," he adds, "We need to go to Stockholm, boys!"

On point with their natural attention to detail, the band put a lot of planning into the artwork’s commission, carefully assembling ideas and atmospheres inspired by different sections of Vergvoktre’s existing pieces. This resulted in a thorough brief emailed over to Vergvoktre, comprised of themes and pictures. "As well as stick man drawings!" photobombs Chris, with his customary wit. "If you looked at it, you’d see the difference. It’s like a very young child’s drawing and then we just said, do your thing, dude! He did it justice, I’d say."

"The best gig for me is when you see people mouthing the words as I’m singing."

Tom should be pleased with tonight’s show at The Black Heart, and both "Slave Ship" and "Grand Majesty" were particularly notable in prompting this very reaction in the audience. Slightly unusual for any band opening up on any night, but truly remarkable given that "Grand Majesty" hasn’t even been released. Enquiries on reasons why the empyrean song hasn’t been committed to record yet are met with a shroud of mystery: Famyne may have some surprises in store for us.

Film by Mathijs Kooij of VoidManiac

The band’s presence live has increased tenfold over the past couple of years, with Bloodstock already under their belt. Despite being a relative young band, Famyne are steadily growing a legion of converts thanks to their sterling musicianship combined with their trademark neck brace-inducing energy.

Over the past few months, on top of recording and releasing their debut album, somehow the bandmates found the time to play a sizeable number of dates in the UK, as well as across eight different countries on the Old Continent. Playing Into The Void last year in The Netherlands and Germany for the first time were highlights for them. "The thing that was good about the tour was playing in places we’d never played and being busy," says Jake. "Beautiful place, beautiful people -- really beautiful people. Everyone was really ready to get down. The set went really well," Chris adds about Karlsruhe. "We had space on stage so we got to do our thing a bit more." Witnessing Chris fiendishly jumping on stage twenty minutes later will enlighten on the latter detail being of importance to him. It comes as a relief that live, his bandmates have apparently become very good at dodging -- although Martin still has room for improvement.

Touring, Tiger Bread, and Transport Police

One of my favourite questions to ask a band is if they have any unusual items on their riders, as it usually prompts some interesting responses. "We like to have uncut tiger bread," Jake starts off. "It hasn’t turned up once," adds Chris, solemn. The band’s need for starchy food was once covered by their promoter in Austria. He once baked a Famyne cake for Martin’s birthday and decorated it with the name of the band. Two of the letters were missing, though, as the cake turned out to be quite small. It’s the thought that counts, as they say.

Film by Mathijs Kooij of VoidManiac

As the band’s reach progresses and their touring schedules grow, so do their riders. They are appreciative of folks putting them on in the first place, but they don’t expect anything outside of the essentials. "I think we don’t want to put people into too much trouble, as we don’t want to inconvenience them," Tom says. "It’s unnecessary crap for us. All we want is some food, we want some alcohol, some soft drinks, and a nice printed picture of Bill Ward," Jake adds, as a nod to Monolord’s response to this very question in a previous Doomed and Stoned interview. "I’ll wait for the day when we get some nice lemon scented towels," says Jake.

Famyne recently came across a band (which they will not name) who was asking for hot lemon-scented towels on their riders for when they came off stage. Although they initially laughed at the extravagant requirement, looking back some of them are finding the idea quite smart. "You know what? You’re a sweaty mess, you’re dying. Shove my face all over a nice, hot lemon-scented towel. That would be fucking nice, actually!" Chris muses. Famyne do love their cider, as I will discover at my expense while naively trying to keep up with them at The Dev in Camden following the interview. It's an experience that will leave me crucified by the cruelest hangover for three days solid. "I think double the amount of cider next time, never enough cider!" concludes Chris.   Terrifying.

Looking at the band’s social media feeds gives the impression that the band are striking the balance right between hard work and brothers-in-arms fun, especially on tour. "We’re in this band not only because we love the music, but because we are friends. We have a good time," says Jake. "We want to play music, we want to travel," Chris chimes in, "so we get to do the best of both while touring."

The band is planning to go back on tour across Europe in May, and they are looking forward to playing in front of fans who have wanted to see them live for some time. They are also planning to revisit places they travelled through in 2018, including Slovenia, where Chris and Justin famously jumped in Lake Bled in their underwear...in the middle of winter. Due to the freezing temperatures at the time, they had to abandon their plans to swim across to the picturesque Bled Island popping out of the lake, with its cliffs mounted by an opulent church and a medieval castle. But Chris is determined to give this another go. "I’m getting to that, I’m swimming to the middle man. I’ve got targets," he says, sparking laughter and cheers.

The tour went really well for the Canterbury doomers, aside from them being chased down the motorway by the Slovenian traffic police. The bandmates were unaware that they had to purchase and display a little sticker before jumping on the carriageway. As their rider was a little slower than the vehicle chasing them, it soon caught up with them, causing quite a fright with a yellow flashing sign demanding that they pull over. A distressing experience for those amongst the passengers who were chilling out by listening to some music, while consuming considerable amounts of alcohol. Fortunately, the incident drew to a close with the payment of a hefty fine then and there, and didn’t affect shows the band were travelling to.

Famyne’s album launch is one of their personal highlights of 2018. The band invited prog-doomer friends Garganjua to open up for them, and the event took place on The Golden Jubilee, a 240-capacity cruiser on London’s river Thames. Why go for the logical choice of Camden venues, when you could have a boat to doom on? Knowing of the financial struggles associated with self-recording their debut album in the months preceding the event, it is quite telling about the bandmates that they should decide to treat their fans to an unusual, lavish party. Not only did the bandmates chip in to book the boat, but they also hired a coach travelling from their home city to London, as they wanted to give something back to all their friends and fans from Canterbury.

On the trip down to London, the coach got packed with party-goers who got in the mood with a couple of drinks (or ten), further relaxed by the thought of safely returning home after the show. Karma must have heard the rumours. As the album launch was popular with fans, the memory wasn’t tarnished by a financial hangover that could have been the albatross dangling from the bandmates’ necks for months to come.

The party sounded like a hell of a lot of fun. Instead of being crammed in a stuffed venue, folks mingled around in the fresh air, admiring iconic London landmarks as the boat sailed on. It must have been quite a sight for those tourists perched on London bridges. Attracted to look over by waves of extreme music booming out of the boat’s lower decks, they were cheerfully greeted by a crowd dressed in black, partially composed of pirate-resembling hirsute gentlemen yelling at them while brandishing the sign of the horns. "We released our album in I think the best possible way," says Jake, "and we made..." "A SPLASH!" is yelled, of course, by several people at once.

I suddenly become aware that I have spent almost an hour with Famyne in their "office." The other bands billed tonight at the Black Heart are still playing, but I have lost track of time and missed most of their sets. I have become completely relaxed in the company of Famyne, to the point that I have lost the awareness that I was entrusted by our editor with a specific task. With time, folks who gravitate around lots of bands must learn to tell the difference between a genuine human interaction and a PR exercise. This is something that I am generally aware of, yet meeting the band for the first time strangely feels like catching up with old friends that you haven’t seen in a very long time. So many great stories, so much laughter -- and banter! -- some of which was at my own expense (well, most at my own expense). Also a great candeur, particularly in relation with some of the challenges that everyday life throws at folks making space to express their creativity.

In such a short space of time, the bandmates’ gentle manners and openness have enabled me to find out so much about this band. A band that, until now, had remained rather mysterious, other than through the medium of their music, and some photographs shared on their social media feeds. Jake had used these words to describe the sound of his band at the start of the interview, and as I press the stop button on my Dictaphone they resonate with a deeper amplitude: Famyne is Famyne.

LIVE & LOUD

Famyne, Serpent Venom, and Iron Void at The Black Heart

~Review by Connah Davies | Photos by Angelique Le Marchand~

The Black Heart is the scene of day two of the three-day jaunt for this ragtag gang of doom metal miscreants as they roll down from Coventry, having just played The Phoenix on the previous night. Their run finished the following day in Bristol at The Old England pub.

This is Iron Void's first London show in quite some time and it comes off the back of the release of a new album. Having originally formed in 1998, these guys are no strangers to the scene, and their 2008 reformation saw them release a string of interesting EPs and LPs. The band's latest effort, 'Excalibur' (2018), was released in October on Shadow Kingdom Records.

Serpent Venom are the only band on their home turf tonight. After regrettably having to cancel an appearance in early-October, they seem keen to get back out there and conquer the stage again.

Canterbury doomers Famyne recently concluded a spate of European shows following the release of their self-titled LP, before taking to the stage at Camden’s The Black Heart. With the venue's long history of incredible gigs, this would be a fitting place for tonight’s line-up.

Famyne

Famyne started the evening with a barrage of riffs as subtle and powerful as the turning of the tides. Drone-like at times, with subtle and nuanced variation and instrumental interplay, while at other times the riffs leap from the stage and forcibly bang every head in the room. Songs reach a level of incredible intensity before resolving, then the next song starts working its way over you.

Famyne by Famyne

The reverb-soaked vocals from Tom Vane coax and lure the listeners in, before infecting them all with the same brand of insanity he throws himself into throughout the performance. By the end of their set, one might swear the sound of his voice originated from within their own head. These guys have mastered the art of decelerating the tempo of a song in an exceptionally musical way, appearing to never really lose any steam and certainly never losing any bite from the insistently heavy riffs. This, combined with great use of dynamics across their set ensure that they never lose the audience's attention.

Jake Cook (drums), Chris Travers (bass), and Martin Emmons (guitar) are really locked in tight and allow the music to sway and swing about the room or stampede as they see fit. Famyne’s lead guitarist Alex Tolson uses his understated, but technically fantastic, leads sparingly. The ethos of serving the song could leave some listeners wanting more, but that’s quite the point. Never overstaying their welcome, the solos always lift the song exactly when needed before the weight of the riffs come crashing down again. All in all, an equally vital and menacing performance.

Serpent Venom

From the word go Serpent Venom were an altogether different beast. The guitar tones had a more metallic edge to them which, whilst being less atmospheric than the evening's opening act, did allow for more fist pumping from the crowd. The tone of the single guitar on stage added a real weight to the riffs, which came thick and fast, designed to force feed every ear in the room hot gravel. It really sounded like there was more than the one guitar on stage.

Of Things Seen & Unseen by Serpent Venom

Garry Ricketts’ vocals were well-delivered and came in a direct fashion, fitting nicely with the instrumental factions of the band. It could be said that the reverb on the vocals (ramped up to obscene levels) slightly drew away from the poignancy and edge of the vocal performance. A little less would have been a real benefit to this band. Despite this, Ricketts still commanded the attention of everyone in the room. There were a few moments where it seemed he might push into a slightly more aggressive delivery but that never came. If only to occasionally match the snarl, grunt, and crash of the guitar, bass, and drums, it would have been nice to see.

The instrumental sections of the songs often come in a relentless gallop of fuzzed-out madness. It’s during the shifts from these up-tempo moments to the slower sections where it’s genuinely apparent just how tight these guys are. This is accentuated further by the way Ricketts allows his melodies to drift around and in between the band.

One misstep from the engineer during the show temporarily took the wind out of the sails of the performance, when a request for no more strobes was mistaken for a request for no more reverb -- and for half a song that was the case. Serpent Venom didn’t miss a beat during this and the issue was soon rendered, but it did disrupt the atmosphere of the set.

Serpent Venom closed out with a Sabbath-inspired bombardment of riffs. When all was said and done it seemed that, despite being very good, they were capable of putting on a more compelling show under different circumstances.

Iron Void

Opening with "Dragon’s Breath" from their new album, you know where you stand with Iron Void almost immediately. They’ll do little to change one’s mind over the course of the set, but if they’ve got their hooks in and there’s no escape.

Jonathan Seale (bass, vox) and Steve Wilson (guitar, vox) really opened up the sonic range of tonight's show with their vocal harmonies. This lends their sound a more grandiose quality, with the vibe of Gregorian vocal chants thrown in. They use a good dose of pace throughout, with their average tempo being the fastest so far.

Excalibur by Iron Void

Wilson's blues-scorched guitar lines move both with and against the vocals, creating lifting counter melodies and sturdy reinforcements. The well-constructed riffs fit remarkably well with the lyrical themes of the material. The overall sound had a certain ‘70s hard rock twist, which is just as present on their recorded material.

Nothing bad can be said of the lead guitar parts, as they live to serve the almighty riffs they stem from. The new material was comfortably at home amongst their older songs and really added to the slew of fuzz-soaked guitar work and soaring vocals. The only thing that could be said about the performance is that it doesn’t come with too many surprises throughout. This was by no means a boring show, but perhaps with a more carefully curated setlist Iron Void could have kept heads banging more consistently.

Conclusion

All in all, a solid night of doom. With the headline act being the most niche of the three bands that performed tonight it was always a risk that they might experience some drop off in the room, but this wasn’t the case. The room stayed pretty much full, excited, and in motion throughout the night.

The only gripe one might have is the same one you would find in this venue during any gig. The FOH level is always pushed to the very limit of what the system can handle. This causes a degree of clarity to be lost during the fuller on moments. Fortunately, the roster tonight didn’t suffer too greatly from this and there wasn’t many of the issues this can cause for other bands.

Taking a genre like doom-stoner, the parameters of which are well defined, and having such different corners of it touched during a three band lineup really says a lot about the creativity of those who played tonight and love this music. With the same artists playing in Bristol the following evening, one can only hope that things went down as well there, too.

The highlight of the night came early on with Famyne. They had the right blend of strut and intensity, but also knew when to hold back. This may be relatively early days for the band, but it’s clear they’ve got an interesting future ahead of them.

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