Since My Chemical Romance’s breakup back in 2012, the now defunct band’s former frontman, Gerard Way, has kept himself busy. Very busy, in fact. He’s forged a second career in comics, writing an Eisner award winning series, The Umbrella Chronicles, and working with Marvel on the Edge Of Spiderverse series. Late last year, he released his debut solo album to rave reviews, and is currently touring the world promoting the record. Following his recent talk at the Oxford Union, he is now speaking with me about these projects, his creative process, and what’s finally allowed him to feel content.

It might surprise many who are familiar with Way through his highly conceptual work with his former band, or through his fantastical work in comics, to see his approach to promoting his solo LP, Hesitant Alien. He’s stripped back the costuming and allowed music and showmanship to take centre stage. Talking about this change in direction, Way tells me, “That in itself was the concept actually, not to have a concept. To focus just on the 70s and focus on glam, and just have fun with that element, and to really make it about the songs.”

He shares how much he’s enjoyed spreading his talents across disciplines, and how they’re all equally part of a creative vision. “I think it’s all just coming from expression and creation. I feel like an artist. It’s cool to wake up and be like, ‘What do I have to do today?’ Sometimes it’s the cover to a comic, sometime it’s a script to a comic, sometimes it’s writing a song, sometimes it’s recording a song, sometimes it’s writing lyrics, sometimes it’s coming up with video treatments. And I’m using every skill I have to make those things come to life.”

To those paying attention, his comic book successes likely came as little surprise. Way’s musical output has frequently comprised narrative elements. He even released a comic book follow up to My Chemical Romance’s last album, Danger Days, following the continued adventures of the album’s ‘Fabulous Killjoys’. I ask if he uses characters in his lyrics as a way to externalise aspects of himself with which he feels uncomfortable. He replies, “To me, playing a character or using a character, it doesn’t feel like you’re hiding behind them. It almost feels like you’re saying, ‘I am the character.’”

Yet for all the excitement surrounding his latest release, Way is in no hurry to distance himself from his successes with his former band. He tells me he “didn’t become a solo artist to make the kind of art I wanted specifically, because I felt like I could always do that. So at that moment it came time and I started making Hesitant Alien, it’s just what came out. All this Britpop and fuzz rock and all that.” During his talk with the Union, though, Way did seem pretty certain the band was done for good, telling the anxious crowd, “It feels like it achieved what it set out to achieve.”

However, he hasn’t necessarily retired the theatricality of his previous work, suggesting, “I’m thinking of writing for the next album, and I’m feeling like it’s a concept album. It’s definitely too early only in that the new stuff feels like it’s gone further down the rabbit hole of glam, like a more traditional 70s kind of thing. So it feels like it’s gone that way, but I don’t know what will happen when we hit record. It could take on a whole new life.”

Now happily married to artist and Mindless Self Indulgence bassist Lyn-Z, and with a five year old daughter, Bandit, Way seems as if he’s settled into a new phase of life. Reacting to my suggestion that his solo effort was his most self-satisfying release to date, he confirms, “It gave me an understanding of what it meant to be an artist. I really started to understand that, and I think that made me content.

“I started to pare things down, and to realise what was important to me. On Hesitant Alien, I didn’t feel like I was fighting with anybody. With My Chemical Romance records it felt like it was some kind of boxing match, with society or the world. Paring things down made me feel like I could open them up a lot more.”

★★★☆☆

The Charlatans are one of Britain’s oldest and most revered indie rock bands, but the death of drummer Jon Brookes in 2013 gave their newest LP a tragic backdrop. The band, however, appears to have responded positively, and their latest offering is an overwhelmingly hopeful experience.

This optimism is felt most on the seventh track, the six minute long ‘Let the Good Times Be Never Ending’; if its title doesn’t make this obvious, the gospel backing vocals and horns, recalling the band’s Manchester roots, will certainly do so. It is by no means the best thing here – the bridge in particular sounds very dated – but it’s a good approximation of their brighter outlook on this record.

Elsewhere, what we get is pretty standard fare – whirring organs interpolated with punching basslines. But there is plenty to admire, particularly the opening track. ‘Talking in Tones’ poignantly reminds us of the loss of Brookes, whilst also evoking the album’s spirit of positivity. Elsewhere, the hazy, mellow production and catchy melodies continue this theme, with fairly successful results, although there are moments of dull love-song filler – ‘Emilie’ being guilty of this.

For the most part, the band meet their aims here, and while Modern Nature is far from perfect, the atmosphere and strong songwriting are testament to the consistency of a band now approaching the 25th anniversary of its formation.

★★★☆☆

Three stars

Nina Kraviz is without doubt something of a divisive force amongst the techno intelligentsia. In a world dominated by 30-something middle aged men, the young, and undeniably aesthetic DJ from Siberia might appear out of place: no stranger to publicity, she made waves in 2013 bathing on camera whilst talking about life as a DJ on the road.

Yet beneath the media image, lies a DJ with an admirable sense of rhythm and mood that shines through the most recent mix in the DJ-Kicks mix series. Kraviz’s mixing style is certainly unusual, weaving tracks on top of an anchor. This creates a wonderfully coherent, and almost trippy sound, as the anchor comes in and out of focus – the blending of Exos’ ‘Nuclear Red Guard’, or her ‘Prozimokampleme’ near the middle are masterful examples of mixing at its finest. The blending of the atmospheric Parsec and the vocal sample create a wonderfully smooth and smokey move into the final stages of the mix.

Yet despite this, there is still a sense of something missing. For one thing, Kraviz has used this mix as a showcase of her new label, which put out its first release last year. This is not unusual, yet it does make for a few slightly slower patches, which require more patient listening. Yet surely this is the point: mix CDs are not supposed to be examples of a set played in a club. As something to listen to with headphones in private, this mix serves as a genuinely interesting example of the craft, from a DJ who deserves serious attention, and not just for her cheekbones.

Francis Ford Coppola’s masterpiece seemed to be destined for success from the get-go. It was an adaptation of Joseph Conrad’s Heart of Darkness, regarded as one of the greatest novels of the Nineteenth century. It was directed by the mastermind behind the two Godfather films. It was set during the Vietnam War, a sure-fire way to garner extensive publicity. And it was Marlon Brando’s return to the silver screen proper, after a string of critically-panned cameos done just for the money. The stage was set for triumph. What could possibly go wrong? 

As it turned out, everything went wrong, very quickly and very drastically. Nature played an important role in both the source material of Heart of Darkness, and the adaptation, where the setting during the Vietnam War played upon ideas of alien territory, unforgiving jungle landscapes, and the blaringly ominous wilderness of natives and unknowns. And of course, the narrative is centred around a journey up a river, with scenes that range from the beginning, where a young Lawrence Fishburne jives to The Rolling Stones, to the pyrotechnical anarchy at the Du Long Bridge. 

But nature turned out to be a constant menace for the production team just as much as the protagonists. Sets and cinematography equipment had started to be shipped in from 1975, but instead of being met with a ready cast and crew, Typhoon Olga crashed in and destroyed most of the prepared sets. The destruction was so total that most of the crew flew back to the US for six to eight weeks, pushing the filming schedule back by the same amount and pushing the production $2 million over budget before filming had really even begun. 

So much for a relaxed shoot in the balmy climate of the Philippines. And it wasn’t just nature that turned against the production. Famously, Brando turned up to the production enormously overweight, having been cast to play the skeletal Kurtz, without having learnt his lines, having not read the book, and having agreed to turn up only on the condition of a $1 million a week contract. 

Then Martin Sheen had a heart attack on set. Then Coppola realised the film’s ending needed to be completely re-written. Then the production was shut down after it emerged that bodies used for a harrowing scene towards the end had actually been stolen from a local graveyard. Then animal rights groups went up in arms when it emerged that an animal sacrifice scene had involved the actual killing of a cow by a native tribe. 

And all that combined so that a projected five month shoot schedule ended up taking over two years. Who would have thought that a typhoon would prove such an inauspicious omen? Coppola can consider himself a lucky man then, when what came out of that calamity of a production became one of the greatest films of the Twentieth century, which won two Oscars and the Palme d’Or at Cannes. It turns out there was a method after all.

The biting cold air clouds my breath as I trudge down the High Street. Half-melted snow, which fell during the night, has thoroughly permeated my socks, my chapped lips are as painful as a stained-glass window, and, to compound this misery, my frozen fingers feel like they’ve fallen off. 

But the picturesque scene that greets me upon entering the Botanic Garden is recompense enough for my troubles. A white carpet of snow, undisturbed and perfect, has been laid across the grass. Skeletal trees dapple the sunlight. Magdalen’s bells ring out, loudly. 

Dr. Stephen Harris, acting director of the Botanic Garden, shakes me warmly by the hand. Snow crunches and squeaks beneath our feet as we wander around and he begins to tell me about the Garden’s history. 

The result of a £5,000 donation by Sir Henry Danvers, who would later become the first Earl of Danby, the Botanic Garden officially opened on July 16th 1621, Harris tells me. A Latin inscription, carved into Nicholas Stone’s spectacular gateway, commemorates Danvers’ generosity, and records that the gift was made for “the glory of God and the greatest honour of King Charles I”. 

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The land itself, used as a Jewish burial ground in medieval times, was rented from Magdalen College and the four walls that were built to enclose the Garden have remained virtually unchanged since their completion in the 1630s. “The soil quality had to be improved at first,” Harris explains, “so thousands of cartloads of dung from the city and from the colleges were dumped here in order to create a really good soil.” 

I ask Harris how closely linked the University and the Garden are, beyond the much-appreciated contribution of tonnes and tonnes of manure. “The Garden itself is a department of the University, and it also has very close ties with the Department of Plant Sciences,” Harris gestures towards the buildings that make up the North Wall, “which actually occupied these buildings until 1953, so there is a very intimate connection there.” 

Since its foundation, the Garden has grown (pardon the pun). It now comprises the original Walled Garden; the Lower Garden, an area outside the wall bordered by the river Cherwell; a series of glasshouses which emulate a variety of worldwide climates; and the Harcourt Arboretum, a 130-acre site a few miles outside the city, containing hundreds of different tree species. 

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There seems to be something historically significant about almost every plant here. We pause by the entrance to the Lower Garden, an area outside the walls not included in the original plans, where an impressive Yew tree stands guard. “This is the oldest tree in the garden,” Harris informs me. “It was planted by the first keeper of the Garden, a German named Jacob Bobart, in 1645. It’s actually mentioned in a catalogue written by Bobart in 1648.” 

The Yew tree, like many other plants in the Garden, serves not only a botanical purpose, but a medicinal one as well. “Back in the Seventeenth and Eighteenth Centuries, the only effective sources of medicine were plants,” Harris explains. “That’s still true today to some extent, because in many ways, plants can synthesise very complex chemicals much, much easier than we can. 

“There is a chemical isolated from Yew trees that is very important in treating cancer, for example. Belladonna and Mandrake provide very important anaesthetics. We have a whole series of beds with these medicinal plants in.” 

We approach these beds and I am mildly surprised when I notice the presence of a certain green-leaved herb. “We do grow cannabis in the gardens,” Harris laughs, “but not that cannabis. Ours has no THC in it. We still need a Home Office licence, though.” 

The Garden plays another important role: conservation too. 

“First and foremost, the Garden helps through educating people,” Stephen explains. “But we do have some plants here that are really rather rare. We’re particularly heavily involved with the protection of two local species, a little violet and a small bedstraw. We think about conservation on a local, a national, and an international level.” 

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But Harris admits that for most, the Garden is primarily a place of relaxation. “It’s an open space which is generally quiet and peaceful, and is a very pleasant place to spend time. We’re not seeing it at its best now, but in the spring and summer, it is genuinely stunning.” 

“It’s amazing to think that this garden has been here for nearly 400 years. We’re standing in a space where generations and generations of students and academics have moved and walked and discussed.” 

“Linnaeus, Humboldt, Darwin, Tolkein, Carroll – they have all worked within these four walls. This is such an amazing space that I suspect quite a few students don’t know is here.” 

As we shake hands and head towards the exit, I am reminded of Sebastian’s comment in Evelyn Waugh’s Brideshead Revisited. It seems beautifully pertinent. 

“Oh, Charles, what a lot you have to learn! There’s a beautiful arch there and more different kinds of ivy than I knew existed. I don’t know where I should be without the Botanical Garden.”