"There are a lot of things that have become sort of myths with the Cocteau Twins," said Simon Raymonde, one third of the myth-provoking band. Among the misconceptions he cited: "We don't like doing gigs, we don't like doing interviews, we're miserable, we're mysterious. . . ."
He was talking about the London-based trio's image as reclusive aesthetes who concoct ethereal sounds behind veils of secrecy.
But Raymonde says it's not so.
"Our problem, I guess, is that we don't hide what's going on," said the London native recently, sitting with his band-mates Robin Guthrie and Elizabeth Fraser in a West Hollywood Hotel. "If it's a bad interview, we don'tpretend to be really nice. . . . If we do a gig and Liz gets upset or breaks down or something, then it's a disaster and we're a moody bunch of (jerks). It's only because we're not actors."
In fact, the people behind the mystique are an agreeable Englishman and a sweet, down-to-earth Scottish couple with a year-old baby.
Agreeable and sweet, but not especially eager to unravel their musical tapestry. "Essentially we don't have anything to say at all about our music," group leader Guthrie summarized. "It's meant to be listened to."