You can't just put a guy up there farting into a microphone. I really want there to be songs on the radio.
Nobody knows what the next thing is going to be.
So we decided to make and put out a record by ourselves for our sanity. While the pop smarts of Figdish remain intact, Caviar adds dollops of the Beach Boys and Beck to the fray, injecting a healthy sense of irreverence to the trademark hooks and guitars. With Caviar, we don't really have a direction. Our songs go from big, silly power ballads to boozy lounge numbers. Self-deprecation apparently has its privileges.