fiN

Written by Mark Beaumont.

Jonny Garner – guitar
Simon Harding - drums
Luke Joyce - vocals
Kerry Lambert – bass

The box? fiN think way outside it. In times of warfare and recession they sing of celebrating
life, remembering the good times, appreciating what you have and not letting the detritus of
modern life drag you down. In an age of endless band reunions and formulaic era revivals,
they’re taking the base elements of alternative rock and moulding something unexpected and
innovative out of it. In an era of perpetual social networking, downloading and gig spam,
they’re planning to self-release their debut album on a series of limited-edition 7” vinyls
adorned with pictures of famous British inventors, downloads available only via codes that
come with the record.

“There are no rules,” says suave and charismatic singer Luke Joyce, “throw away the
rulebook. You want to aim as high as you can, and that’s what we’re gonna do. If you aim
at ‘impossible’ you’re always going to end up better than if you just aim for somewhere
logical.”

The Box, though? FiN thought, played, slept and drank inside it. Because The Box was
what they called the abandoned caretaker’s house on some old school grounds in Surrey
where local schoolmates-turned-twentysomething guitar pop visionaries Luke (the Nirvana,
Pumpkins, Cure and REM-loving outcast and hopeless romantic with a few rudimentary
songs under his belt and a paranoia-inducing drug habit firmly in his past), guitarist Jonny
Garner (the popular yet introverted perfectionist, nicknamed Bubble because “even though
he loves music, he doesn’t listen to music”), their new bassist Kerry Lambert (the hedonistic
cider freak rebelling against his religious upbringing) and drummer Simon Harding (the surfer
dude with a head for business) convened in November 2008 to concentrate on leaving behind
their grunge covers band roots, utilising their childhood roots in Motown, The Beatles, Led
Zep and Nirvana and channelling their creative forces for the reinvention of alt.rock.

“We called it The Box Sessions,” Luke explains, “because there was this abandoned house we
went to and it was shaped like a box, it was tiny. It was abandoned for so long it was damp
in there, but we went in for three weeks to knuckle down and focus on writing some songs
for the record. We’d decided to take it really seriously. There was so much damp on the
walls that we built tents in the rooms upstairs. We had blow up beds and slept in there, drank
beer downstairs. We converted downstairs into a little rehearsal and recording studio, it was
brilliant. It was a really good time for the band, we really learnt about who we were in there.
We found our sound, found out what we wanted to do and went for it.”

It was during The Box sessions, demoing intently on perfectionist Jonny’s laptop, that
fiN’s revolutionary approach to guitar rock was forged: adopting the shape-shifting and
exploratory attitudes of Animal Collective, Yeasayer, Foster The People and Cage The
Elephant, but with one foot planted firmly in sonic soundscapes set for stadiums. The sessions
produced a handful of tracks – most notably an as-yet-untitled instrumental piece that builds
from a Radiohead-style atmospheric opening to a volcanic eruption of Foo Fighters frenzy,
and ‘Eve’. “It’s about losing you virginity,” Luke explains. “It’s quite a dark song. Losing my
virginity was the most awkward fucking experience of my life. That’s my experience, really
bungly, really uncomfortable afterwards…”

Kerry: “It’s about the seedy side of it, it’s not like Green Day going ‘hyuk, I had sex for the
first time!’. It’s a dark take on it.”

Over the start of 2009 further songs emerged – the energised riot rock of ‘23’, the masterful
ballroom balladry of ‘Everybody Dies Alone’. fiN were becoming a brilliantly esoteric,
genre-busting band and, eager to gauge reaction to their exciting new sounds, they flew to
SXSW in March 2009 and blew minds and rock’n’roll gaskets aplenty.

“It was life-changing,” says Luke. “We just plugged into amps out there and got on with it. It
taught us not to be so protective.”

“We played the gig of our lives,” adds Kerry, before explaining how the trip was his final
hedonistic blow-out before undergoing his own personal Strongbow rehab. “That was the end
of it. It was the last night of South By and Cage The Elephant gave me my last cider. I forgot
the rule that you have to close your curtain on the tour bus or you’re fair game. I woke up
with willies drawn all over me and a shoe down my boxer shorts.”

“He took half a Xanax before he went to bed because he was having trouble sleeping and
because of that the alcohol stayed in him,” Luke adds. “He woke up more drunk than he was
the night before, so he fell backwards out of the bus and he was hugging us all and he stank.”

Hardly ‘Exile On Main Street’ admittedly, but fiN had had their first taste of rock’n’roll and