the mysterines

Lia Metcalfe doesn’t see things in the same pink chiffon light that more optimistic folks do. To this sleeve-tattooed, raven-haired, Doc Marten-armored, ebony-garbed Brit, the outside world has always looked and felt more like Blue Velvet, both the material and the surreal suburban-nightmare film of the same name by one of her aesthetic heroes, filmmaker David Lynch. And — rather than shivering like a chihuahua in fright — she’s eternally grateful for those dark visions. Ever since childhood, they’ve inspired her, and they’ve now helped define the Liverpudlian’s sinister coliseum-rattling rock combo, The Mysterines. Only 21, Metcalfe carries herself with the prescient weight and wisdom of a world-weary old soul. It’s a maturity that could be traced back to her showbiz father, Andrew Metcal...