There's a story Kyle Falconer tells that is particularly illustrative of he and his band, The View. In relating it he goes back to a day last summer. He was entertaining his band mates performing handstands in the kitchen of his flat. He lost balance, he recalls with a cackle, toppled and crashed down into an open dishwasher, impaling his foot on a carving knife. Bassist Kieren Webster took a photo of the resulting injury. It is a close-up of Falconer's left foot -- the handle of the knife protruding from the ball, the blade buried three inches into it.
Here's the deal. These days we bemoan the dearth of proper, death-or-glory, Devil-may-care rock'n'roll bands with tiresome regularity. Bands that exist for the thrill of living life to its fullest and that operate entirely on instinct. Well, The View is precisely that kind of band and they've been here all along. They don't conform, don't adhere to rules or make things easy on themselves. What they do is make music fired by passion and soul and joy.