Monday, March 31, 2008
A garage-rock battle-cry, a call-to-arms, that seizes the spirit of bands like The Sonics, and unleashes it as a snarling, dangerous, speaker-bursting wildfire. The raw firebrand energy is the epitome of down-and-dirty throat-shredding rock n roll. The Diet Pills makes it feels great to be alive. The flame refuses to die.
Sunday, March 30, 2008
The theme tonight at The Boat was sonic ambiance colliding with sheer power. Holoscene is an ocean of heavenly tides and crashing waves, a cascading cosmic force that draws on spiritual elements to be-at-one with the musical experience. A harmonious soul-merging of that journey, the conflict, the struggle, the dissonance, a post-rock odyssey blending the dialectic ebbs-and-flows of life.
Saturday, March 29, 2008
A rock powerhouse that left the stage, the venue, and perhaps that leather-clad dancing-girl, up in flames. Windstorm riffs, thunderous rhythms, swagger, enthusiasm, a tight live-show, a triumph of what rock and roll is all about. Everyone was feeling the sweaty intensity, a mini-uprising, blazing a trail of smoke.
Friday, March 28, 2008
The theme tonight was Elephant 6, in song and in spirit. That was a great set at The Drake, fetching indie-rock fused with melodic neo-psych goodness, capturing the essence of the collective, and incorporating our distinct brand of Torontopian universality. An entrancing, wonderous, jewel. Keep to your musical vision.
Thursday, March 27, 2008
Toronto felt the almighty detonation of grindcore metal at The Reverb, cinematic thunder of the gods that shook the very ground, the pillars mainstream blandness made way for a jarring cyclone of power. Thank you Nashville for delivering a booming, high-voltage, hellraising shockwave.
Wednesday, March 26, 2008
A ska/reggae explosion of fun unleashed, a nine-member ensemble of horn-blasts, rhythmic combustion and infectious stage-presence made it seem like a celebration. A spiritual experience from the East Coast dominated by sweltering grooves, high-energy, and pure reckless joy. The ska gods were smiling on Toronto on this night.
Tuesday, March 25, 2008
Vanessa is a soul-strutting heroine, electrifying, capturing the vocal prowess of a young Tina Turner. Add Jeff's relentless drumming onslaught, and biting basslines, Lioness is a cutting-edge blast of vocal-guile and analog aural-spasms, unfolding like some apocalyptic vision. No guts. No glory. Free your mind. Alice is waiting.
That was an amazing set at The Neutral, pyrotechnic dance-punk that set the place on fire, scorching rockabilly thunder, a musical high-speed car chase blazing a trail of smoke and blinding fumes. Sizzling and dazzling. Place your money on The Miles. These cool-cats are on onto bigger and better things.
Glitz, glamor, and highly combustible fun. This is what a world-class band should look and sound like. That was a great set at The Rivoli. Neil the swashbuckling crooner, Hannah the fabulous glamor Queen, the interplay between the two is absolutely magnetic. The band is pure-rock magic, dramatic yet stunning musicianship, a melodramatic explosion of a hipster-opera that will leave you breathless.
Just barely missing your set at The Tiger Bar, is no consolation for the enthusiasm and spirit for the man they call Spookey Ruben. A melodic cushion of sound, Brian Wilson-esque collages, daring, eclectic and lush. Monochromatic colours that's irresistibly sweet. Canada's Intergalactic Troubadour has made his return.