The BSDs is a state of mind. Anybody and anything is welcome to wander into it.
Operating from the White Hotel, Salford’s underground haven for provocative and boundary pushing artistic performance, come Bomb Sniffing Dogs.
The self-confessed ‘gang’ of creatives are finding solace in their output as the lockdown imposed by COVID-19 settles in.
Their latest is track ‘Black Pool,’ born from the actions of Derbyshire Police dyeing a local lagoon in Buxton an unappealing colour to deter locals from its waters.
The Mind Map spoke with Collings to hear more about the creation of this latest project and how the collective are continuing to collaborate within the unsettling climate we now face.
Tell me a little about the Bomb Sniffing Dogs members.
We haul certain people in from time to time for questioning – outsiders who quickly become insiders – to contribute to our vision. Our HQ is The White Hotel venue in Salford.
If we were Liverpool FC then we’d be the following:
Liam Power – Wirral-based – best mate is a dog – also fronts By the Sea and is Bill Ryder Jones’ lead-guitarist. Indispensable song-crafter/grafter; he’d have to be Virgil Van Dijk – the Rolls Royce of the operation.
Eleni Poulou – Berlin-based – former member of The Fall – keyboards/vocals; Allison Becker – patient and gifted goalkeeper with a ghostly calm. Without her we have no foundation. She shines in crucial moments with true class.
Sophie Sleigh-Johnson – Southend-based writer and artist – vocals; Mo Salah – deadly eye for the attention-grabbing goal – the scene-stealer who steals in and walks off with the ball and the attention of the crowd.
Matt Fishbeck – LA-based-artist and musician – works with Ariel Pink, John Maus and David Hockney – bedroom orchestra of one: Firmino – electric pest who doesn’t stop cooking up new angles and ideas.
Roy – Wirral-based – drums for Bill Ryder-Jones – James Milner if Milner was in(to) CAN.
Tom Fish – Manchester-based – Prime Minister of the Swedish Magazines – wonderful weirdo Surfs Up/Down group – Andrew Robertson – tireless engine of industry steeped in old-fashioned class.
Jason Vaughan – base: unknown – comic book artist/lost Northern son of Jack Kirby – Sadio Mane – killer instinct in true pulp fiction fashion.
Natalie Curtis – London-based – photographer – Trent Alexander-Arnold – constantly bombing forward with image after image.
I would be Klopp and Henderson rolled into one and thrown into the bin.
Steve Ryan and The White Hotel are Fenway Sports Group if/when FSG go all Joe Exotic.
Does the pandemic signal a new dawn for remote collaboration?
It works for us because we have little money but a lot of ideas.
Can you explain your remote creation process?
It’s about a deep engagement with the present.
It started with our first LP in 2017 and then continued with the Word Wall 2 LP last year.
I want to keep fiction real by placing it in a musical surrounding, where it can be released quickly, with haste and urgency.
With ‘Black Pool’ I read a story about police in Buxton dropping a black dye into the local ‘Blue Lagoon’ to deter people dropping in for a swim.
But it’s not all doom and dystopias: the sounds will always be spiked with humour. I allow myself to believe that things could be better, could be more than they are.
Do you have any tips for how creatives can collaborate remotely?
Technically, I’m clueless. But I do stay tuned in to that unreliable instrument called the news.
I’m also fascinated by the violently uneven way in which our country is un-run.
The story and/or spark will find you if you keep looking. Always and all ways.
As a teenager like thousands of others kids who wanted to get lost I’d listen to music on headphones, but for me it felt like the sounds were being transmitted directly into my brain, merging with my perceptions of the hypnotic surface of my local town at night.
Little has changed; only now, I’m part of the group – or gang – who gets to convey the mood of the actual music.
What are you doing to stay mentally well in these tough times?
It can seem like you’re a different person every ten minutes locked in a terrible state, that of consciousness.
But however seductive the irrational appears it’s best to be avoided.
Then there’s luck – will you or will you not catch IT? It’s down to luck – again – always luck.
Dodging people on the street like some old ATARI console game.
The horror of ‘the numbers’. The unflagging heroism of all the key workers.
I have been doing much the same for my mental health since I was a kid, sustaining my mind and soul, mainly by writing, reading, watching films and getting my daily dose of essential comedy.
As a teenager, I once spent most of my 6-week holidays reading Stephen King’s The Stand – a 1,000 page thick-sliced-loaf of a book about a global plague.
This is less The Stand, more The Sit.
Sadly, I can no longer play football anymore as I no longer have the ability to lie flat on the concrete and dig a ball out from under a car when it gets stuck.
I now ‘do yoga’ instead, with the curtains drawn, concealed in the gloom of my room.
When I go for a daily walk, I prepare for the car-stares of those who look at me like I was the bat who started all this shit.
Us walkers weren’t liked much round here when the going was good; never mind, now.
The Bomb Sniffing Dogs were due to support Faust in May. They may go on tour later in the year if they are allowed out for a walk. In themeanwhile, you can buy into their state of mind here.
Photographs by Natalie Curtis.