Drenge - "Face Like A Skull"

Drenge (which, just so you know, we pronounce the right way, hard "g", because we're really cool and have seen over one Lars von Trier film) are quickly becoming our favourite new guitar band in Britain. Their scowling attitude and bloodthirsty songs, as well as their

handling

of becoming Westminster darlings, has made us want to be their mates.

We're also into their videos, all of which have brushes with the macabre, whether it's teenage tearaways smashing up a car or beating the crap out of each other at the dogs. Their latest video, for brutal new single "Face Like A Skull" uses sculpture and plaster of Paris to create demonic, deformed heads. We spoke to Eoin from the band about how they did it.

Noisey: How did you create the heads in the video?

Eoin: They're actually our heads. We got our heads moulded by some really talented special effects artists and sculptors.

Was that laborious?

The whole process should have taken about 20 minutes per person, but we were there for almost three hours. The backs of our heads were cast in plaster of Paris (what a delightful set of words), whereas our faces and ears were cast in this blue gunge stuff that went on as liquid and set. Our heads were cast in wax and we returned a couple of weeks later to destroy them for the video.

All that hard work and then you knock them together like conkers!

Not just that we melted a couple of them with a heat gun, a domestic iron, hot knives. The money shot, where a cricket bat slices off the front of Rory’s face to reveal a world of maggots and chicken livers, was particularly arduous.

And here's the finished product: "Face Like A Skull" by Drenge, directed by Stephen Agnew

Drenge's album self-titled album is out in the 19th and the "Face Like A Skull" single is out on the 26th of August, both through Infectious Records. You can pre-order on iTunes.

Drenge are playing the Beacons festival on the You Need To Hear This stage, for more info click here.

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