CIVIL CIVIC

CIVIL CIVIC

A band born in Australia; a friendship strengthened and distilled by a mutual love and loathing,

separated by mainland Europe but somehow driven by those few thousand miles,

Civil Civic are a digitised still-frame of an unconventional dynamic prospering through modern means.

If it’s not Aaron or Ben hurtling at a few thousand miles between their respective London and Barcelona bases,

CIVIL CIVIC it’s their songs whizzing through air and fibre optics onto each other’s computer screens.

In the same way we were infatuated by The Kill’s primal sexual tension and TransAtlantic phone calls,

CIVIL CIVIC and Animal Collective’s ability to continue to wow from disparate corners of the globe,

distance has become an increasingly common denominator. Once upon a time it was an obstacle. An inconvenience.

A royal pain in the arse that meant if the drummer’s mum couldn’t give him a lift to rehearsal, you spent a wasted night kicking your heels.

But with the right ethos, it’s capable of driving a process that’s just as dynamic, intense and painstaking than that of any highly-charged practice room.

“Because it’s been that way from the start,” Ben explains, CIVIL CIVIC “I suppose we’ve just accepted all the drawbacks as a natural feature of the band.

On the positive side it’s stopped us from just pissing around in a local scene and doing things piecemeal.

For me, the tour always starts with a stint on Aarons’ living-room floor in Dalston,

CIVIL CIVIC so that feels like a compulsory stepping stone to actually performing.

Even if we had a run of Spanish gigs lined up I’d probably have to fly to London first and kip on Aarons’ floor just to make sense of it.

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