Davey Havok doesn’t simply talk . Rather, Davey Havok communicates with every fibre of his being. He, by his own admission, is “quite emotive; I gesticulate, I react”. His hands conduct and mould imaginary shapes. His eyes dart and dance as if plucking words from the air around him. Blacked-out biceps flex with emphasis beneath a barely-there T-shirt that hangs lithely off one shoulder. His smile, which you see a lot, stretches and reaches across every inch of his face. The laughter is hearty, frequent, a little bit mischievous, dirty even.

Conversation with Davey Havok is not so much a rigid back and forth exchange of ideas and views as it is a rhythmic flow, a performance, its own form of art. He makes for an incredible anecdotalist, and likely an even better member of a debate team.

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