De leden van Chrome Hoof dragen platinum mantels, worden op het podium beschermd door een 3 meter hoge robotram met laser ogen en spelen wat ze zelf electro doom space ritual muziek noemen. Omdat hun nieuwe plaat uit is en ze toeren met de Klaxons en Justice vonden we het hoog tijd om ze eens aan de tand te voelen over onder andere hun bandnaam. Jezelf naar gepimpte koeienvoeten noemen is namelijk niet niks…

Vice: What’s with the band name?
Milo (drums/keyboards): [Chrome Hoof] sounds futuristic yet earthy. An attempt to pleasure two mistresses simultaneously, you could say.

So you’re set to support Klaxons on their next tour, even though you started out years before they even formed. Are you secretly envious of their success?
Milo: No. They’re a good bunch and have been working really hard and we like their songs. It’s an incredibly rare occurrence for us to like new bands, especially lyrically. It’s refreshing to hear something we like actually pushed, and doing really well.

Your stage show is bright and shiny. Doesn’t it all look a bit too nu-ravey?
Leo (bass): Kids want to feel part of something when maybe not much is going on, so they just invented a term, a genre. As an old person who was part of the late 80’s/early 90’s rave generation, I can see no comparison with either the music or movement itself. I’ll still be wearing repugnant tracksuits when they swap theirs for blazers.

Tracksuits? But aren’t you more into the metallic monk look?
Leo: Several of us suffer from stage diarrhea and pissing problems. No lie. The outfits go some way towards helping this. Pointy white shoes and skinny jeans wouldn’t really work for us anyway.

What do you do when you hang up your hoods for the day?
Leo: Hot knifes and speed bombs.
Milo: Putting ourselves up for ridicule and taking it really badly.
Leo: Snooker and darts.

* Chrome Hoof’s Pre-Emptive False Rapture is out now on Southern Records.