Crooked Lover: Talking shop with not-so-smooth criminal Blue Intruder of the Masked Intruders
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A band of color-coordinated ski-mask-wearing petty criminals hopelessly in love.
Masked Intruder is very dedicated to its concept: a band of color-coordinated ski-mask-wearing petty criminals hopelessly in love, playing an effortless power-pop that’s equal parts Jersey Boys and Screeching Weasel. Singer Intruder Blue (in the blue ski mask) and the gang can never catch a break; the women in their songs are almost always calling the cops on them for B&E or trespassing. Intruder Blue chatted with us from some undisclosed hideout.
City Paper: The songs on the new M.I. (Fat Wreck Chords) feel a bit less creepy than the last record.
Intruder Blue: I guess I figured that if things were a little more subtle then maybe the ladies would respect that. Or maybe that comes with maturity or whatever. I don’t know nothin’ about that, really.
CP: What would a date with Intruder Blue be like?
IB: I’d like to think that it would be, like, good? I just get so nervous. Maybe we’d get some ice cream, go sneak into a movie theater, maybe steal a car?
CP: Are some crimes romantic?
IB: Stealing something real nice is pretty romantic. Violent crime isn’t cool, definitely not romantic or nothin’. Neither is like, tax evasion.
CP: What would it take in a romantic partner to give up your life of crime?
IB: You gotta get into a relationship with someone who doesn’t want to change you. But if Drew Barrymore or somethin’ tells me, “Hey, stop being a criminal and I’ll make out with you right now,” you know, like, all right.
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