
There's something about people who change their names for the music industry that I inherently don't trust. When it's something as petty as calling yourself Johnny when your real name is Joe (hello, Flynn) then I can deal with it. When your name is Hutchins and you call yourself Fyfe Dangerfield instead, I can't really stomach it. Wikipedia is against me here, but I distinctly remember interviews early in Guillemots career where he said he'd invited it because it sounded more like a pop star's name. Maybe I'm finally losing it, I don't know. You get the impression he's written [...]