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"At 14, Toronto school friends Steve 'Lips' Kudlow and Robb
Reiner made a pact to rock together forever. Their band, Anvil,
went on to become the 'demigods of Canadian metal,' releasing
one of the heaviest albums in metal history, 1982's Metal on Metal.
The album influenced a musical generation, including Metallica,
Slayer and Anthrax, that went on to sell millions of records.
But Anvil's career took a different pathstraight to obscurity.
Director Sacha Gervasi has concocted a wonderful and often hilarious
account of Anvil's last-ditch quest for elusive fame and fortune.
His ingenious filmmaking may first lead you to think this a mockumentary,
but it isn't. It's fascinating to see the reality of their day-to-day
lives as they struggle to make ends meet, take a misguided European
tour, and engage in antics on the road—which is not always
lined with fans."
—John Cooper, Sundance Film Festival
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Anvil! The Story
of Anvil
• by director Sacha Gervasi
I grew up in London in the early ’80s. The other kids at my school
were into cool bands like The Sex Pistols and The Clash but I was into
metal. I’d get teased mercilessly about it but I really didn’t
care. I’ll never forget the night I saw The Clash at the Lyceum
ballroom because I was beaten up outside by a skinhead called Terry
for wearing a Motorhead T-shirt. I thought it was pretty funny. Punk
was all about being different and not conforming and here they were
attacking me for not wearing bondage trousers and safety pins like everyone
else! Ridiculous.
I used to hang out at the Marquee Club on Wardour Street. We started
hearing about this band from Toronto called Anvil. No one knew who they
were exactly. Then out of nowhere the band’s lead singer Lips
appeared on the front cover of Sounds magazine brandishing
a chainsaw between his teeth. My friends and I thought this was pretty
wild and very cool but it was nothing compared to how we felt after
we heard the band’s record “Metal on Metal.” It was
unbelievably good. By the time they arrived to play the Marquee in late
1982, Anvil was already a legend.
After the show I tricked my way backstage and managed to meet my new
idols. I was nervous, only expecting to say a brief hello to Lips and
Robb with all the people swarming around them but they spent more time
talking to me than they did members of the famous bands lining up to
congratulate them. You could tell they weren’t like the same old
asshole rock stars you’d meet at the Marquee around that time.
The fans really were more important to them than anyone.
Lips asked me if I’d be interested in joining them as a roadie
for their North American tour the following summer. He told me all
their roadies were fans. I’d fit in just fine. How could I say
no?
What on earth was I going to say to my mother? There was no way in a
million years she would allow her 16-year-old son to go out on the road
with a rock band. I came up with a scheme. I told her that I wanted
to spend the summer with my dad in New York where he had lived since
my parents divorced. That summer I left London for New York. I jumped
on a train to Toronto two days later!
That tour was one of the greatest experiences of my life. We traveled
thousands of miles across the U.S. and Canada. I saw places and things
I’d only ever dreamed about. The parties were pretty insane at
times—it was the ’80s—but the band was always very
protective over me, locking me out of the tour bus if things got too
out of hand.
I never forgot those days. I had lived a dream most of my friends could
only imagine. But over time something began to happen. I started to
develop a fondness for David Bowie and Iggy Pop. Suddenly metal didn’t
seem as cool as it had been when I was 15. I was growing up.
But then, in the summer of 2005, I started to wonder what had happened
to my old friends in Anvil. I went online to discover they had produced
ten albums I’d never even heard of and they were still playing
shows in clubs across Ontario and Quebec.
Two weeks later Lips flew out to meet me in Los Angeles. It was as if
no time had passed between us. I was 15 again. Lips was exactly as I
remembered him and though he was now in his 50s he still believed that
Anvil’s day would come. I knew that weekend I had to make a film
about him and his best friend Robb’s commitment to the dream they’d
had as 14-year-olds…to rock together forever.
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