WILD AT HEART
“We’re like family, you can’t get rid of us,” says Ginger Wildheart, musing on the unlikely and continuing saga of The Wildhearts. “We’ve been through so much together – all the fall-outs and the shit that’s gone on. We shouldn’t even be alive. But listen to the noise that us four fuckers can still make!”
“It’s one of those evolving situations,” says guitarist and co-founder CJ. “There have been occasions – and this is true of me and Ginger – when we’ve detested being in this band. Equally, there have been times when it’s been the best job in the world, and that’s what keeps pulling us back.”
Seated next to one another in the corner bar of their Central London hotel, Ginger and CJ are in good spirits – CJ laid-back and relaxed, Ginger a bundle of focused nervous energy. Their conversation wanders off on small tangents, from mention of Netflix’s Mötley Crüe biopic (CJ hasn’t seen it yet), to the fact that London doesn’t really agree with either of them these days, both having preferred to set up home in different parts of Yorkshire. Being in their company feels a little like talking to shared survivors of some secret and arduous campaign. And with good reason.
Formed in Newcastle in 1989, The Wildhearts’ stop-start career has been driven by chaos as much as
