Rocks, volcanoes and screaming boys
Michael John Thomas, Jesse Weiss, Matt Powell, and David Khoshtinat (absent the day of the interview) consider themselves part of the next wave of youth culture. All barely twenty and students at Berklee College of Music, they formed a band, Super Volcano, and their music combines elements of progressive rock (the nineties), post-punk (seventies and eighties) and the jazz history they're studying at school (American history).
But they're also of this distinct moment, part of a wider movement of artists and musicians - fed up and acting out: Think the cast of Hair meets the post-George Bush era. They've joined with dozens of similar, twentysomething student/artist/musicians around Boston and formed a social network they call the Half Pint Community dedicated to breaking down social isolation in an internet world and letting their voices be heard. In their pamphlet, this credo: Most of us are students in school, but if we become students of life and relationships as well, then maybe we can walk the streets with a greater sense of purpose. The boys of Super Volcano, in their work, school, and music, are walking, rocking examples of that search for greater purpose.
They chose the name, Super Volcano, because it represents a thing of awesome power and beauty that could potentially destroy life as we know it on the planet. George Bush, they tell us, pretty much bollixed the country and much of the planet. The boys of Super Volcano want to spew change.
Will they rise to rock ascendancy? Hell, maybe. They can play, that’s for sure. Michael kills the guitar and keyboard’s, Jesse’s the drummer, Matt’s on bass, and David does the singing. The Devin Ocampo record label already has produced Super Volcano’s first CD, and they play regularly all over town: The Middle East Upstairs, T.T, the Bears, the Midway Café, plenty of house parties, even the Bowery Poetry Club in New York city. Their stage show honors nasty rockers past and present -- playing songs too fast, jumping around a lot, and screaming. Live, loud, passionate screaming – ain’t no internet upgrade for that.