ANALYZE THIS The Marvels — Jesse Von Kenmore, Jimmy Burke, Michelle Paulhus, Staffy, and Zimmy Coma (with guitar) — don't agree about much except doing this band again.
Turning 21 was supposed to be the best thing ever, but the upgrade brought with it significant disappointment. Just as I achieved the required maturity for admission to grown-up clubs, the Marvels went and broke up. Their crunching, corrosive, punk 'n' roll anthems of self-loathing/destruction might lead fans to assume this fragmentation went down as a speedball-fueled, broken-bottled, switchblade-laden slobber knocker.
Turns out, the split was pretty amicable. Explains sardonic frontman Staffy while nursing a Guinness at the Marvels' dockside practice pad in Charlestown, "Zimmy [Coma, lead guitarist and songsmith] got offered a job in Florida. He thought it was for six months. Six months turned into two years. We didn't want to keep playing the same set over and over. If we'd had more time to write, we would've kept going, but it wasn't feasible to put the time and energy into the band that it deserved with him down in Florida."
Instead of going flat like a beer left on the counter all night, the Marvels opted to explode like a beer left in the freezer. They said a pair of shows in August of '05 would be their last. They lied, and for what it's worth, lies make baby Jesus cry. The skeevy punk 'n' roll elites return Friday to the Middle East.
"I've been in at least 25 bands," says drummer, persistently sober family man, and part-time New Alibi Jesse Von Kenmore, "but there's something about this one — it's like that psychotic girlfriend who's the greatest fuck of your life."
Ex-Dent and current Marvel bassist Michelle Paulhus begs to differ. "I don't feel that way. But the rest of them do."
"Michelle, you douchebag, I'm speaking fucking metaphorically!" retorts Von Kenmore.
The Marvels disagree about a bunch of shit. Von Kenmore thinks "Dead to the World," the acoustic closer off Cheat To Win (Abbey Lounge Records, 2004), could use a "swingin' country feel." Coma thinks blending other genres into rock and roll dilutes its asskickery. Paulhus likes Sandinista!; Coma doesn't. Von Kenmore doesn't drink; Staffy does. But they're all agreed about doing this band again.
It was following the undoing of the Throwaways (the band Staffy and Coma formed upon Coma's return to Boston) that an informal jam session comprising Coma, Von Kenmore, and Paulhus led to their propositioning Staffy and guitarist Jimmy Burke to re-form back in April at the Rumble. The opportunity to pick up where they left off presented itself, and, well, why the fuck not? Hardly content to phone it in with their back catalogue, they're brewing fresh Marvels material. And you needn't fear that time has turned the outfit that wrote "Hate Myself" and "I'm So Ugly" into a docile, well-adjusted bunch.
Let Coma tell you why. "Some people write songs about sunflowers and girlfriends and how the world should be. Some of us talk about how much we hate ourselves and hate our lives. It's a lot cheaper than going to see a shrink. It's tongue-in-cheek, but it's also very self effacing."