CPI Archive 2009: 2009 was the year that almost broke Delorentos. Andrew Hamilton chats to front-man Kieran McGuinness about the break-up, reformation and the winter of discontent that almost tore the band apart.
Blanchardstown is depressing at the best of times. But on hopelessly dark January evenings, when the rain and traffic transform the Navan Road into a World War One trench, all within the shadow of the Connolly Hospital is morphed into something reminiscent of one of Dante’s circles. It was on one such evening that it all came home for Kieran McGuinness. That record contract, the big one which had promised worldwide distribution, had just vanished, almost overnight, into this air. The band, sick with exhaustion from almost two years of non-stop touring and recording, was on the brink of collapse. And then, as if by some sort of sick slapstick joke, the company that distributes their records just happens to go bust. For Delorentos, a band which operates their own record label with no big industry assistance, this meant a trip to the Blanchardstown Shopping Centre, to personally pack the car with thousands of their own CDs, their lives’ work, and bring it home to gather dust in an attic. Is it any wonder that two weeks later, singer and guitarist Ronan (Ro) Yourell decided that enough was enough? “It was a strange couple of months - a strange whole year really. We had had a great run with the first album. We played all over Ireland, we sold out venues that we never even dreamed or playing, and all the accolades that we got were humbling and brilliant. So we decided to go away and start writing the second album. As we did that, we started to get a lot of interest from record labels...
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