“ALL our songs are about women and death,” says Wet Nuns guitarist Rob Graham.
And when sung in a southern-fried Texan drawl and masked in dirt punk blues, these songs take on a sinister red-neck tone.
But that’s exactly where Wet Nuns are at. They are, essentially, two lumberjack-clad pick-up truck hobos making their mark in very un-Texan Sheffield. But somehow, despite this contrast between style and situation, Wet Nuns have become one of the city’s most popular cult bands.
Already the duo have had tracks remixed by Arctic Monkeys drummer Matt Helders and this month they release their single, Heaven’s Below, whose title was the result of a happy accident.
“The title of the track is just a phrase we bandied about for a while and decided to use it for the song. To begin with, the phrase wasn’t in the lyrics I had for the song but once the idea of using it as the chorus was there, it made total sense. It was kind of a happy accident.”
In spite of its title, the single makes no allusions to the afterlife. “As far as where we’re gonna go when we die, I don’t really care. I’ve always accepted – not believed – that you just die, rot in the ground and never wake up. And I suppose you could look at that as either heaven or hell.”
Wet Nuns’ expanding following is a nod to their ballsiness.
“I look around at music in general and see a lot of bands and artists with a distinct lack of balls. We talk about this a lot.
All the bands we like – no matter how loud, quiet, heavy or soft – all have balls. Anything that isn’t visceral seems a little lacking to me. In my vocabulary visceral is a synonym for real.”
And when they’re thrashing it on stage at breakneck speed and ear-shattering volume, Wet Nuns are as real as any band are going to get.
Heaven’s Below is available now from the band’s site.