Interview With the Vampires
Rolling Stone Magazine

Eyes to some vacant souls.

Dark rockers Virgos Merlot gain on success. First interviews are a bitch. Without the experience and knowledge of a hardened celeb, neophyte rock stars forget to self-edit and find the id taking over. Things like, "Our look is Duran Duran on acid," or "If I wanted to see some guy play in his blue jeans and T-shirt, I'd go watch some karaoke," or "We know what Marilyn Manson has been through -- we read his book" come dripping off the tongue to journalists bearing poison pens, and ultimately land on the pages of glossy magazines -- or the virtual ones on the Web. Either way, those words have permanence, and in retrospect can cause many a band to cringe knowing their lips had parted with such absurdity. Fortunately for Virgos Merlot, their eminent future will give them a chance to learn how to control those aforementioned ramblings. That's because, with or without an attractive lead singer or an ensemble clad in pale-blue contact lenses, Virgos Merlot rock. Their three-pronged guitar attack and seething Chris Cornell-esque vocals scream Seattle, but their gothic get-up and dark undertones betray their southern roots. On their debut, Signs of a Vacant Soul, the metal-edged "The Cycle" smells like Alice in Chains, "Kiss My Disease" is the type of crossover slow-slow-fast ballad favored by Lite-FM, and the single "Gain" is as infectious as it is brooding. It's almost impossible not to utter "grunge" in the same sentence as the band's namesake (which guitarist Marchant interprets as "the astrological sign of the Virgin, and the blend of all of our musical tastes"). But the loose-lipped southerners are quick to rebut. "I don't think it's grunge," bassist Chris Dickerson coyly insists as he and two of his bandmates field questions in the New York offices of their label, Atlantic Records. "It's big guitars and heavy sounds and punchiness, but grunge was all depressing. This stuff has that feel, until you listen to what is being said to you." True enough. Most of Signs of a Vacant Soul weaves dark, aggressive chords and vocals with introspective lyrics of self-realization. "We're definitely into more poetic songs, rather than catchy sayings," adds Marchant. "And we're serious about everything. We wanted to get something together that was really good, that was undeniable." No wonder Virgos have such candid esteem for their work. Having spent barely eighteen months as a band, they've never seen the rejection and disappointment that being within arm's length of success -- and watching it slip away -- can bring. "We recorded our demo, which ended up being our record, and we took it to management, and one month after we gave it to him, he had us a showcase," guitarist "Deacon" Ted Ledbetter (who is anything but a man of the cloth) boasts. "Eight or nine labels showed up, and we got signed that night." With "Gain" just added to radio, and having wrapped up a host of shows with the likes of Fuel, Tonic, Creed and Goo Goo Dolls, the quintet out of Birmingham, Alabama, have reason to brag. Of course, they should still learn to keep the embarrassing sound bites to a minimum. Fat chance -- as long as the tape is rolling, they intend to barrage the media with quotable quotes. In the words of Deacon: "If you got into this business and you have a problem with fame, you picked the wrong business." Move over Scott Weiland. A new glam contingent is ready for its close-up.
HEIDI SHERMAN (March 17, 1999)