Reviews:: Les Breastfeeders Les Matins de Grand Soirs

Snotty, spit on you garage punk. It’s great; crunchy riffs, three-chords, cymbal crashing drums, and short, hard-hitting songs. You aren’t waiting for layers to unfold. You aren’t straining to hear subtle instrumentation in the not too distant background. Quite simply, what you hear is what you get – and that is 99% of what Les Breastfeeders bring to the table.

That other 1% is the fact the band delivers their vocals en francais, so most listeners will have no idea what they are saying. But, before you run screaming, don’t let that scare you. Sure lyrics are important, but when I listen to Les Breastfeeders, I’m more concerned with pumping my fist and pogo-ing around. In fact, sometimes when it comes to bands using this brash, punkish style, lyrics are something I often don’t want to have to concern myself with (I’d rather never have to hear the adolescent words of the Subways, and would be quite content to bounce around to their riffs).

The Montreal-based sextet is back with a new record, les Matins de Grands Soirs, and it pays homage to that 60’s style Nugggets-influenced garage rock that is so fun. Luc Brien’s sing/screamed vocals are mixed with the lovely, yet simple harmonies of Suzie Mc Lelove - seriously, how awesome a name is that? This record is packed to the rim with guitar neck slides, tambourines, and more hooks than a Kareem Abdul-Jabber highlight tape. They don’t try to be, and more importantly, don’t want to be anything more than a fun rock n' roll band.

Lyrically, this record was one of the most challenging records I’ve heard all year. From what I can gather, it’s a concept album about a stewardess from the future who is trying to save Earth from an impending robot attack *.

* This may or may not be true, as I have no idea what they are really singing about.

MP3:: Viens Avec Moi
Video:: Funny Funiculaire

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