A few years later, the band is now of-age (at least north of the forty-ninth parallel). They have a new, insanely good record. They have a fresh deal with Union in Canada, and are now the youngest band ever signed to Fat Wreck Chords in the States. I turned on the radio once and heard Chris talking about NOFX. Things are looking up, and these guys deserve it.
This particular night was a free show at Toronto's legendary El Mocambo, hosted by 102.1 The Edge exclusively for members of their online club-thing. This meant for a kind of strange mix of kids who have been following the band since they, themselves, were fourteen, and older dudes double-fisting bottles of Canadian and waiting to hear something resembling that wackily self-referential "Rock Star" song by Nickleback. The band were in fine form, though, and played their whole record front-to-back. Plus encores of old songs. Afterwards, I heard Chris exclaiming to the rest of the band, "Dudes! We played for an hour and twenty minutes tonight!" That probably won't happen again. At least for a long time.
This interview happened half in front of the venue at around 2 a.m., and half in front of a Subway around the corner about fifteen minutes later. The idea had been to make the band ask themselves questions (a la our interview with the Saint Alvia Cartel), but a night of heavy, celebratory drinking caused that concept to disintegrate rather rapidly. The result was about twenty minutes of barely-comprehensible insanity that, while abundantly joyful, was utterly confusing to watch; at various points I considered simply splicing together every time someone in the background yelled, "This is going to be the best/worst interview ever!". It was just that kind of a night. Then, they drove me home. The Flatliners are just kind of of band. Show you a good time, have some laughs, and then get someone sober to take you right to your door at three in the morning.