+1. Y.E.S. to this. RT. Look, I have no idea what the cool vernacular is these days, but hot damn kilogram, this new Doug Hoyer song smokes. “To Be a River” starts with Fela-inspired horns, but Hoyer’s goulash is also flavored with influence of David Byrne, world music and a surprising big beat. Hoyer has(…)
Here’s a little known fact: Every East Coaster loves David Myles, his smooth sounds and warm smile. Honestly, you could put that man’s face on a stamp or on some fancy 13 dollar coin and no one would object. David’s been grinding for the last few years, but thanks to the shine he’s getting from(…)
Subtlety is not part of the equation when it comes to Cold Warps sound. The steps are roughly the same each time out; write a two-minute sci-fi joint or a nostalgic heartbreaker, put a poppy riff behind it and make it fuzzier than Gene Wilder’s melon. Oh, and play the song like you have been(…)
It’s easy to focus on the legal and label purgatories that have tried to derail the freight train of classic rock riffs better known as Lions in the Street, instead of the huge sound they create. I get it; selling the story of classic rock without being cliche (fuck, I shoehorned a terrible pun about(…)
The merciless cold that crippled most of Canada is finally relenting. The type of cold that cracks your skin and forces you to huddle for warmth almost instantaneously. The type of cold that burns your lungs and kills your spirit. The type of cold that makes you wonder how the homeless persevere. Live! at the(…)
Our age is starting to show. Wrinkles around the corners of our style sheet. A few more greys in the color scheme. We think it makes us look a bit more distinguished, but who knows, maybe we’re just the music blog Vahlere. “Joe lies! When he cries!” Either way, those years are probably why I’m(…)
The lonely road traveled by the country folk troubadour has become increasingly populated over these last few years. You can’t turn on the radio – well, CBC or your local college joint – without hearing pedal steel, and there are enough tears in the beers to make La Fin du Monde taste like Coors Light.(…)
To be fair, this review is fully jacked from ’11, when we bestowed the same honor on the output of Colyn Cameron. He released the Wild Country EP on his bandcamp, humbly asking people to pay what they could. Flash forward two years, and the five-song EP is getting a second release (with a demo(…)
We’re all alone; born alone, and for most, destined to die alone. Our life is a never ending search for connections, brief or lasting, that we hold onto with a savage, desperate grip. When Fred Woods sings, you hear his isolation. Words and picked guitar notes bounce off walls, hoping for – needing – collisions(…)
It’s almost too easy to fall inline when it comes to crafting a sonic tapestry in today’s folk scene. The same chords and metaphors are shared freely in the public domain, with artists afraid that any deviation is at best a risk, and more often than not, a death sentence. For Halifax based noise folker(…)
