It’s sometime in the witching hour in Sweden.
In Murfreesboro, Tennessee, it’s …
5 o’clock? 6 o’clock? 7?
The jet-lagged band is on the American time-zone carousel — Mountain, Central, Eastern, Central, Eastern — and apparently has no idea, at any given moment, which one it’s in.
As a result, it’s taken two days to actually land the interview, and when I do finally get Liv, the debauched dark damsel of Sweden’s Sister Sin on the phone, there are distractions: A slight language barrier aggravated by a slight cellular voice delay aggravated by the not-so-slight squeals of tour mates Faster Pussycat’s sound check.
But when she finally does hear me, and finally understands, she doesn’t have to think about it for long.
“Yeah, I think some,” she replies when asked if she’s ever made it through an interview without being asked The Question. “But mostly, yeah, they ask that.”
That’s because girls in rock bands must always take the stand on being girls in rock bands. They must bear the palpitating burden of The Angle — so sexy, so obvious, so front cover.
It’s a law.
And despite growing respect for her model rocker-girl talent (separate from that for her model’s body), Liv isn’t above it.
(She’s Swedish — she never will be).
She does not, however, ever tire of giving and living The Answer.
“I don’t mind it,” she says like a woman who looks for the potential fan behind every pick-up line. “I like the attention. So even if I couldn’t play music, I’m an … exhibitionist — is that how you say it?”
Though she admits the Swedish mystique (cranked up to 11 in the photo shoot for a recent installment of Revolver Magazine’s “Hottest Chicks in Metal”) serves as introductory flame for many metal moths, Liv is certain that the sleazy street metal (“straight from the gutters of Gothenburg!”) Sister Sin scores on its second album Switchblade Serenades can handle the heat.
The band has a knack for fist-pumping anthems (like the fantastically catchy “On Parole”) that have earned Sister Sin tender comparisons to early Mötley Crüe.
“We play the music we like, of course,” she says. “It just came naturally that we started to play this type of music. Our idols are the ’80s kind of bands. It’s also that we’re tired of the type of music that is out today. We want to try to get back to the old-school style, where you were just a band, you just played, you gave the audience a good concert.”
According to Liv, such simplicity breeds an authenticity she feels is woefully lacking in today’s rock scene.
“Our band is very down to earth,” she says. “We’re not trying to live something we aren’t. Many bands, they’re trying to be the glamorous ’80s-type stuff, but they aren’t. We’re working-class people. Not fancy at all. Just normal. Regular. We don’t expect things to happen for us, we make them happen.”
Signed last year to Victory Records metal division, the band has shared stages with Cradle of Filth, W.A.S.P., and Doro, and is currently on the road with Faster Pussycat, Bullet Boys, and Bang Tango. They end their second U.S. tour, playing two dates with Motörhead later this month.
Pussycat and Bullet
$18.50 - $22
7pm Wed, Aug 19
19341 US hwy 281 N
“They’re very nice people,” she says of her tour mates. “I love them. Bullet Boys, they’re fun to be with.”
The feeling is likely mutual: Liv, who aspires to be metal’s Aretha Franklin and claims to have “female balls” bigger than those of the men she beat out for “front figure,” is the only girl on the tour and no stranger to a good time.
“I’m a boy-girl,” she says, laughing. “I don’t feel lonely when I’m here with 18 or 19 guys. I’m used to it. They take such good care of me because I’m the only girl. I’m getting spoiled.”
The daughter of hippie parents, Liv cites as an early influence on her life Sweden’s patron saint of pandemonium, Pippi Longstocking — a freakishly strong red-haired tomboy who, like brunette Liv, lives outside the stereotypes for Swedish women.
“Oh, yes, I get that all the time,” she says. “’You’re not blond.’ And I’m not stupid, either. And I don’t do porn.”
But despite dark hair and her gifts for keeping up with the boys, Liv is Swedishly comfortable with her sexuality and is almost annoyed with girls in rock bands who aren’t.
“I’ve had responses on my MySpace page from people that say ‘You’re such a good singer, you don’t need to try to be sexy,’” she says. “But I don’t understand … that’s the way I am, with or without the music. I like being … vulgar? Is that it?