Frost* on their lengthy hiatus: "I love the sound of deadlines whizzing past!"
Jem Godfrey and John Mitchell talk death and deadlines, putting pop back into prog, and why they’re better than Platypus’ Hairpiece.
Onstage and off, Jem Godfrey and John Mitchell make an entertaining double act.
This evening’s discussion of Falling Satellites, the first studio album from their group Frost* in eight years, is a hilarious encounter that quickly reveals the pair’s contrasting characters.
A paragon of efficiency, vocalist/keyboard player and main songwriter Godfrey texts to say he’s early at the rendezvous. Although Prog arrives dead on time, guitarist/singer Mitchell bowls up a little while afterwards in a taxi, wearing a schoolboy-esque smirk and with a cheeky can of gin and tonic secreted about his person.
Falling Satellites is a cracking album; its joyful mix of prog and pop melodies remind us exactly why the band offered such a breath of fresh air when bursting onto the scene back in 2006. It’s great to have Frost* back, especially as in March 2011, Godfrey had pronounced them to be on ‘indefinite hiatus’ – and not for the first time.
“Yeah,” he says now, looking sheepish. “I’ve learned not to say too much on that subject. I’m just shutting up and getting on with it.”
“I’ve got two words for you,” Mitchell chimes in. “Status Quo… Now can we all move on?”
“Yeah, Fleetwood Mac, Phil Collins – all very good at fake goodbyes,” Godfrey smiles, and as he does so we erupt with laughter as Genesis’ Invisible Touch is spookily played in the background.
A mere six months after the latest so-called hiatus, Godfrey revealed that Frost* would be making a third album after all, which the band followed with a Christmas show at The Peel and, in May 2013, a spot at the Celebr8.2 Festival. And then, save for live set The Rockfield Files… nothing.
“I grew a whole bunch of kids and some businesses, but over the last three or four years I continued writing,” explains Godfrey of the band’s return. “When I looked at my hard drive, I thought, ‘Hang on, there’s enough for an album here.’