- To American listeners, the Church lost its way after "Milky Way."
"We did that for two years," the singer-bassist continues."Then, when we finally jumped back in the ring with a weak album [1990's Gold Afternoon Fix] that we'd forced out because the label wanted another Starfish, the big guy got up and went thhhbbbbbpppptt in the shape of grunge and sent us sprawling. By the time we came back with [1992's] Priest=Aura, which would have been our atomic pile driver, it was all over."
Commercially, perhaps. But it was hardly the end of the Church, which had spent the better part of the '80s developing a distinct style that sat somewhere between the jangle pop of R.E.M. and the vaguely psychedelic art rock of Echo & the Bunnymen; the foursome of Kilbey, guitarists Peter Koppes and Marty Willson-Piper, and drummer Richard Ploog was equally comfortable with convention and experimentation, and frequently rammed the two together (the instantly catchy "Milky Way," you might remember, sports a skronky bagpipe solo in the middle, where the guitar should be).
After receding from the edge of superstardom, the Church spent the '90s toying with its sound, sometimes quite radically (incorporating prog, ambient, and electronic textures), and enduring loads of turmoil: Ploog was given the boot during the making of Gold Afternoon Fix, replaced by a drum machine and then a series of skinsmen. Koppes had a falling-out with Willson-Piper and quit for a number of years. Kilbey and Willson-Piper, never the best of friends either, remained creative partners, but were constantly at each other's throats. The band was dropped from labels, struggled to get distribution deals, and went broke. There were several hiatuses, though no official breakup, as the members pursued solo projects and worked with other bands.
All of it was exacerbated by heavy drug use -- during a '99 U.S. tour, the group's first in ages (Koppes was back, and a permanent drummer, Tim Powles, was on board), Kilbey got busted in New York City, trying to buy heroin.
In spite of everything, the Church managed to put out half a dozen albums in the '90s and released five more, so far, in this decade; some have been brilliant, others lackluster, but they all have one thing in common: They've been ignored in America, where most people regard the band as a one-hit wonder (maybe two, if you count 1990's "Metropolis").
"There's those who really know us and understand us, and 'Under the Milky Way' isn't anything to them particularly; it's just a song from a long time ago," says Kilbey. "But then, like . . . we went to a radio station in Portland, Oregon, a few years ago, and they had initially told us, 'You can play a new one and an old one.' And we get in there and it turns out it wasn't a new one and an old one, it was just an old one, and the guy's going, 'Soooo . . . "Under the Milky Way" -- how did you feel when you wrote it? And what's it about?' And after the ninth question about the song, I was like, 'Hang on, is this all we're gonna talk about?' and the guy went, 'Awww, you're touchy,' and I got really angry and stormed out.
"Where you intersect with people like that, you are a one-hit wonder -- they don't care about some new record you just put out, and it's hard. It's very frustrating when they try to lay this trip on you, like, 'This is the only thing that you're gonna be known for, and this is gonna be chiseled on your gravestone,' and you've done like 20 albums, and you've got all these other songs, these great new ones. But what can you do?"
Well, they can keep making terrific albums like the recently released Uninvited, Like the Clouds. Its pleasures are many: The moody opener, "Block," wraps thick guitar textures -- smoldering chord trails and chewy arpeggios -- around Kilbey's plangent tenor (which can be Bono-like, though less histrionic) and quasi-religious imagery for a sinister, seductive effect. "Unified Field," "Easy," and "Untoward" employ brisk 12-string strums and nimble beats to bright summer-pop ends. "She'll Come Back for You Tomorrow" sports a soulful guitar hook Hall & Oates would've killed for in '73. And "Pure Chance" slowly progresses through trip-hoppish psychedelia like a David Gilmour-fronted Portishead.
The Clouds recording sessions were, in usual Church fashion, marred by the occasional fit or meltdown. Kilbey says the quartet "gets along, but not necessarily great," and admits that they have real problems tolerating each other on the road; he chuckles that he sets his iPod's volume at deafening levels in order to avoid listening to or talking to his bandmates. However, he insists, that the long-standing antipathy doesn't extend to the stage.
"It's funny. You can have a carload of tired old musicians, hot and thirsty and completely annoyed with each other and all the rest, but the moment you're playing the gig, it changes, it fucking changes, and the magic happens, and you're enveloped in this amazing feeling for two hours. Onstage, there's usually complete harmony between us."
Kilbey says the band is especially energized by the current format of its live show -- for the past year or so, the Church has been performing entirely acoustically (due partially to his tinnitus), eliminating "the gulf of electricity and noise separating you from the people." Still, it's a surprising move, maybe even a bit of a gamble for a band hoping for a modest commercial renaissance in America, to play acoustic sets in support of an album more dense with electric guitar than anything it has made in some time -- perhaps ever.
"Yeah, it's a very typical thing for the Church to do," Kilbey laughs. "Just in case there was any chance of being successful, we wanna be sure to shoot ourselves in the foot! But what the Church is now isn't what we aspired to be in 1988 -- you know, play arenas, get bigger and bigger. These days, we've figured out a way to exist in our tiny part of the macrocosm -- there's no pressure on us; we can do these little tours and put out albums, and there's people who've been with us for years and still like what we do, and that's incredible. Considering everything we've been through, we're very, very, very lucky." They didn't finish the job. That's where the long-running Aussie combo the Church failed, according to its good-natured 51-year-old frontman, Steve Kilbey. The bandmates had their chance -- after seven albums and almost a decade together -- but frittered away the opportunity.