It’s no secret I’m a huge fan of The Wooden Sky. Their last LP, Every Child A Daughter, Every Moon a Sun, is one of my favorite releases of 2012, and the live show is somehow even better. That’s why I’m thrilled to be a part of a great contest. The details are listed below,(…)
To communicate in today’s chosen method, instead of reviewing the new behemoth from Metz, I could have just linked to the amazing bio Bry Webb penned and screamed, “a million times yes!” Everything Webb wrote channels the visceral impact of these songs. The intensity, the volume, the sheer power of each impact, well Webb describes(…)
I had every intention of doing a Polaris gala post. I really did, but the night seems best left as a memory. Long story short; go Kathleen Edwards, Cold Specks, and Handsome Furs (Alexei’s sincere thank you was matched only by Katheen’s coinage of the term, “shit parade.”) Oh, and Feist is an absolute monster(…)
Like EPMD in 1987, this is a World Premier. On Tuesday we mentioned that we’d be posting the debut of the new video from Hip Hop’s heroes of the lunchroom - Teenburger. The Caley MacLennan-directed video for Food Court finds Timbuktu and Ghettosocks troopn’ hard through the Eaton Centre with some of their crew (Chokeules,(…)
Matt Mays plays his guitar, not like a nimble fingered magician showing technical skill, but like a man swings a hammer. Riffs are full of purpose, not preciousness. Mays isn’t here to boast of conquest or ooze privilege, but to earn his living with each forceful impact and drop of sweat. Far from clumsy, Mays(…)
Paper Bag Records is turning ten. That’s old enough to be in Grade 5. Old enough to be learning exponents. Half as old as most of the hip hop references Shane and I make on a daily basis. Anyway, to celebrate the good people at PBR are throwing a three night festivus (tickets for all(…)
Nuff said, right? Sappyfest is the best festival on the planet, and this year’s lineup is ridiculous. I mean, think about the fact Polaris short-lister Cold Specks and Polaris long-lister (and my fav) Bry Webb are playing in a chapel, is JUST ONE OF THE MANY shows you would kill your uncle to see on(…)
After seeing the promo picture for Brian Borcherdt’s latest release, it was easy to assume he replaced his stripped down, death obsessed intensity for washed out sounds and a softer focus. Dusted - a collaboration with Leon Taheny - may showcase blown out sounds forced through broken amps, but instead of sun-kissed warmth, you are(…)
I don’t know where Western Transport starts or stops anymore. The songs are now a part of me; notes I’ve heard in their nascent form, only to watch them mature and develop into adulthood. I can still feel the texture of the first brushstroke, but have no idea how they came together as they did.(…)
“This record fucking slays.” If you scan the comments of the Exclaim stream of the new White Lung LP, the world seems to finally be in consensus. We live in a time where no one agrees on anything, so realization that even anonymous Internet haters won’t hate on the songs is a testament to the(…)
