![]() ![]() ![]() "I thought we'd implode at some point, like most bands do," says Smith. ![]() ![]() There is a new album, Unlimited Love, their 12th – significant because it's the first in nearly two decades with guitarist John Frusciante back in the fold, but also because the band has survived for 39 years without resorting to a breakup and reunion. It's not quite the meet-cute I had imagined, then, when I finally see them in the pixellated flesh on separate Zooms and one phone call: drummer Chad Smith in his home office, bassist Flea in his home cinema and frontman Kiedis dialling in from the warehouse where the band is rehearsing for a stadium tour. I half expect Flea and Anthony Kiedis to wander in, long-haired and bare-chested those teenagers who ended up in one of the world's most enduring bands. In a bodega on Melrose Avenue, amid the lingerie shops and trash-filled lots, the city's unofficial theme tune wafts out of the speakers: "First born unicorn / Hardcore soft porn / Dream of Californ-i-cay-tioooon". Here in Los Angeles, they are everywhere. If there was any doubt to how massive the Red Hot Chili Peppers still are, last month they got a star on the Hollywood Walk of Fame, on the very streets they used to stalk as teenage punks. ![]()
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