THE GLASS
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Some people get a little boozed and make a scene. Some get sauced and make a baby. Glen Brady and Dom Keegan made a band. “The Glass came about when Glen and me were drunk in Plant Bar one night and talked about making tracks. Two days later I went over to his house in Brooklyn and we made ‘Won’t Bother Me.’ Funny, when it got signed to Fine Records in Berlin we realized we lost the files (we hadn’t expected needing them after the session) and had to re-sing the vocals. All the remix versions have a totally different vocal recording than the original.”

You have to appreciate that kind of humility. A sort of, “Holy sh… people like it!” Now, with the release of their EP “Couple’s Therapy,” there’s even more to love.

Last year, the duo rented a cottage in Woodstock in an attempt to focus their efforts and dedicate themselves entirely to the formation of their EP. Dom recounts, “We are both living in a cottage in the mountains, swimming at the local swimming hole and making music all day and night.” Glen adds, “Our friend Tim from 33 Hz texted us ‘How are the Brokeback sessions going?’ We all still laugh at that and those recordings are still referred to as the BB sessions.”

One wonders: is that where the name Couple’s Therapy came from? According to Glen, a friend “once said we needed couple’s therapy, because we were arguing like old ladies. I think a lot of bands argue like married couples, I guess sex for bands is playing out. You are all stressed beforehand and then once you come it’s time to go to sleep or find someone to make out with.”

Encore.

On that note, these boys haven’t exactly been saving themselves. They’ve been around the block a time or two, performing as a full band (with bass player Graham Finn), a sound system, and as DJs (Glen was DMC mix champ in Ireland in ’98). “We have both been DJs for a long time and have a pretty good handle on rocking a dancefloor,” says Dom. Translation: don’t even bother wearing socks, cause they’ll likely just rock them right off.

Behind the scenes, the guys have what could rightly be described as a healthy relationship. “I think we have a pretty good formula. Glen does all the beat programming and engineering, I do most of the instruments and vocals (but Glen always tells me when they suck).” According to Glen, “It’s definitely not a conventional writing partnership…but I suppose as much as we’d like to be, we’re never going to be The Eagles or Thin Lizzy…our strength is that we listen to each other and we’re not possessive or protective of our ideas.”

Unless you’ve been residing on the dark side of a rock or participating in a reality show you’ve undoubtedly been privy to dance music’s latest metamorphosis. Indie rock has been infiltrating more dance floors than vice. Dom, who has been playing bass since the tender age of 13, isn’t surprised. “I think the fact that dance music/electronica was always a little impersonal for some people and a lot of indie rock has always been a little bit too cool for school (even though we love both). It is only natural that the two should meet in a dark alley and trade baseball cards.” In fact it’s not the first time rock has been caught with its hand up disco’s skirt. “If you look back to the disco era the same thing was happening, just listen to ‘Miss You’ by the Stones or Ian Dury records.”

“A few years ago everyone was saying dance music was over and now just go out to a Boys Noise night and everyone is going nuts. I think the fact that people got tired of bad clubs with high prices forced people to get more creative, both in music and on the club owner side of things…We both think this is a very exciting time for music, the labels have very little control, the blogs allow us to get our music out there. Musically most indie dance parties are really open minded… One night you can be hanging out with old school dance music heads smoking pot, the next with 20 year old tranny scene heads then next with uber hipsters and the next night with rockers.”

Music sure is a crafty little minx. Try as we might to compartmentalize, it has a beautiful knack for breaking free from the confines of genre. Then, I imagine it has a nice chuckle at the ridiculously convoluted neologisms we hurriedly fling after it. So here’s to it guys: to inebriated epiphanies, electrodiscoindiedancerock, tranny scene heads, uber hipsters, and most of all finding just the right person to make out with after a show.

This feature was written by contributor, Dopeshoes