Showing posts with label constantines. Show all posts
Showing posts with label constantines. Show all posts

Monday, December 12, 2022

Monday Roundup #100

Community notes:

  • Important dispatch from The Tranzac! "Take advantage of our $30 early bird rate for memberships all December! When you join as a member before January you pay the early-bird fee of $30 and receive a new Tranzac t-shirt or tote. Annual membership increases to $50 beginning in January. You can get a membership in person at the Tranzac bar, or online at our website." [Joe's note: you probably wanna get in on these stylin' new Seth-designed t-shirts while they last!]
  • As an aside, while I was digging around some 2009 posts to find recordings for this week's archive feature (see below), I found a couple with dead links which I took a few minutes to re-upload. If you ever do come across anything like that, please leave a comment on the post or shoot me an email! Something's bund to slide sideways with over 4700 recordings [Joe's note: !!!] but I do like to have it as ship-shape as possible around here.

Concert announcements:

A Josh Cole Quartet [Lina Allemano/Rob Clutton/Josh Cole/Blake Howard] / The Tranzac (Southern Cross Lounge) 2022-12-21 (Wednesday). $10/PWYC.

Kingdom of Birds (Essie Watts / Joy Shape) / Monarch Tavern 2022-12-22 (Thursday). $15, 19+. [FB event]

New Year's Eve (feat. Mouth Congress / Martian Crisis Unit / Pat Ronan / Noah Maloney) / Bar Orwell 2021-12-31 (Saturday). $31.97. [FB event]

Class of 2023 (feat. Cinder / Bonnie Trash / Not A Band / Motorists) / Monarch Tavern 2023-01-13 (Friday). $17.50, 19+. [FB event]


Shows this week:

Array Presents: You and I Are Water Earth Fire Air of Life and Death, Part 3 – ‘I’ (feat. Mani Mazinani / Sam Shalabi / Cindy Baker) / Array Space 2022-12-12 (Monday). $20 or Pay What You Want/PWYW, livestream available. [more info]

Puritan Fear (Output 1:1:1 / FLÜFF) / BSMT 254 2022-12-12 (Monday). $10. [FB event]

Dun-Dun Land: Night 2 (feat. Jesse Levine & Robin Buckley / Dun-Dun Man) / The Tranzac (Southern Cross Lounge) 2022-12-13 (Tuesday – early!). $pwyc.

Black Ox Orkestar (Xicada [Ilyse Krivel]) / The Music Gallery 2022-12-13 (Tuesday). $20/$10 Music Gallery members, all ages. [FB event]

Dana Gavanski (Eliza Niemi / Luka Kuplowsky) / The Baby G 2022-12-14 (Wednesday). $20.05, 19+. [FB event]

Never Was presents: Bands That Are Not Never Was (feat. Madeleine Ertel/Julian Anderson-Bowes/Thom Gill / Joe Sorbara/Chris Banks/Tania Gill/Rebecca Hennessy/Aline Homzy) / The Tranzac (Southern Cross Lounge) 2022-12-14 (Wednesday) [FB event]

Spruce Needles (Jess Beau/Kurt Newman/Michael Balazo) / Bar Orwell 2021-12-15 (Thursday) [FB event]

Christmas "Sing-a-long" (feat. Barnyard Drama) / The Tranzac (Southern Cross Lounge) 2022-12-16 (Friday – early!). $PWYW. [FB event]

Luge (Omhouse / Wolff Parkinson White / Adversarial Networks / Julian Selody) / The Citadel 2021-12-16 (Friday). $17 advance/$20+ at the door, all ages. [FB event]

Gillian Stone [Spirit Photographs EP release] (Picastro / Funeral Lakes) / The Tranzac (Main Hall) 2022-12-16 (Friday). $16.93. [FB event]

Audiopollination (feat. David Sait/Aidan McConnell/Marilyn Yogarajah / Rod Campbell/%%30%30%30/Fuzzy Nibesh / Thispatcher/David Story/Raquel Skilich/Cassie Norton / Love Children of the Apocalypse) / Array Space 2022-12-16 (Friday). $10 (cash or card, NOTAFLOF). [FB event]

The Titillators / The Tranzac (Southern Cross Lounge) 2022-12-16 (Friday). $PWYW. [FB event]

Nick Storring (Vixu / Wolff Parkinson White) / Tibet Street Records 2021-12-17 (Saturday – 5:30 to 7:30 p.m.). $15, all ages. [FB event]

Jessie Dara & Band (Justin Orok & Racha Mouhakalled) / The Tranzac (Southern Cross Lounge) 2022-12-17 (Saturday). $PWYC, suggested $10. [more info]

Titanium Riot (BLOOP) / The Tranzac (Southern Cross Lounge) 2022-12-18 (Sunday – early!) [FB event]


It happened this week...

  • ...on December 14, 2009 at The Horseshoe.

Grant Hart - She Can See the Angels Coming + Signed D.C.

  • ...on December 16, 2009 at The Dakota Tavern (The Old Soul's 8th Anniversary Christmas Show).

The Old Soul - Let's Neck

  • ...on December 17, 2009 at The Garrison.

Lullabye Arkestra - We Fuck the Night

  • ...on December 17, 2009 at The Garrison.

Constantines - Dirty Business

[Do remember that you can click on the tags below to go back and find the original posts (and often, more stuff) from these artists.]

Sunday, September 9, 2012

Sunday Playlist #27

Sunday Playlist #27: Feelin' Exhausted, Ragin' On

Constantines - Justice

Hospital Ships - I Want It to Get Out

Fred Squire - You Sing Low And We Will Sing High

Deloro - No Fun

Titus Andronicus - The Battle of Hampton Roads (Part I)


Sunday Playlist is a semi-regular feature that brings back some of this blog's previously-posted original live recordings for an encore. You can always click the tags below to see what I originally wrote about the shows these songs came from.

Saturday, March 10, 2012

1000 Songs: Richard Trapunski

1000 Songs: Richard Trapunski

I have now posted one thousand songs from my live recordings to this blog. My introductory thoughts on that landmark can be found here, but long story short: I asked some folks to pick some of their favourites to help me celebrate.

Today's list comes from local music scribe Rich Trapunski, who manages to get a lot of cool bands some exposure in NOW magazine, but can also investigate a trend when the situation calls for it. He's making a valiant effort to add a layer of scuzz and confusion to CMW in helping put together this Resonancity showcase, co-presented with Dan Burke.


Congrats on the milestone, Joe!

Constantines - Dirty Business

This is from the Constantines’ secret show at the Garrison in 2009 as part of their 10th anniversary celebrations (otherwise centred entirely at Lee's Palace). It was cool to see the now-defunct IndieCanRock institution in such a small room – likely the first, last and only time I’ll ever see them – but this was back when the Garrison was the loudest venue in the city, so it's nice to hear a recorded version that won’t give me tinnitus.

I wrote a review of the show for my blog, Resonancity (in my pre-NOW days) and posted it on Stillepost, where the one of the late forum’s lovable curmudgeons predicted something along the lines of this: "the writer seems destined to churn out infotainment pieces for Eye Weekly." Close, but no cigar.

Broken Social Scene - Sweetest Kill

This was the "legendary" free Broken Social Scene gig at the Harbourfront Centre, a makeup gig for their cancelled Olympic Island Gig in 2009 (depending on who you asked, it was either due to the garbage strike, noise from the Molson Indy or low ticket sales). Having failed to get there before the masses, I ended up stuck behind a couple of older patrons who spent the entire concert standing on their seats. Despite my seething annoyance, I was still seduced by the love-in vibe at this two and a half hour marathon, complete with all the "special guests" that now garner their own marquees (i.e. Feist, Metric, etc), but the only way that I’d ever be able to actually see the gig would be to rent Bruce MacDonald's This Movie Is Broken.

Fucked Up - Year of the Ox

Fucked Up's epic "Year Of..." songs rarely get played live, so I’m lucky to have witnessed "Year of the Ox" twice. Having caught the band's soundcheck earlier in the evening (I interviewed Ben Cook about one of his many other bands, the Bitters, before the show), I knew we'd be in for the whole strings/guest female vocalist treatment, but it sounded even more incongruous in front of a wild – but strangely civilized – all ages crowd... at the Toronto Reference Library, of all places.

Four Corners II - Losing Touch With My Mind

If you haven't been to a Four Corners show at the United Steelworkers Hall, here’s the concept in a nutshell: four bands each set up in a corner of the room and alternate playing songs, while the crowd stands in the centre of the action. The song captured here is all four bands – Rituals, Sun Ra Ra Ra, Quest For Fire and Lullabye Arkestra – all playing together on a chaotic, Zaireeka-style cover of Spaceman 3's "Losing Touch With My Mind". It's a "chaosbomb", to quote Joe himself, but this recording is an apt reconstruction of the maelstrom of barely coherent noise that was the grand finale. Bonus: I’m pretty sure that’s my voice asking "do you know what song this is?" at the 2:48 mark.

Ty Segall - Standing at the Station + Girlfriend

Ty Segall's Toronto shows tend to be louder, sweatier, more bruise-inducing shows than his melodic garage-pop nuggets would have you believe, and this CMW performance at Wrongbar was certainly no exception. After being knocked around and distracted by the energetic, beer-swilling crowd, Joe's recording is a helpful reminder that there were actual songs under the madness... and damn good ones, too.


You can always click on the tags below to read more about the shows these songs came from. Have there been four or five songs posted here that made an impact on you? If you'd like to get in on the action and make a list, feel free to send me an email: mechanicalforestsound@gmail.com.

Monday, March 5, 2012

1000 Songs: Colin Medley

1000 Songs: Colin Medley

I have now posted one thousand songs from my live recordings to this blog. My introductory thoughts on that landmark can be found here, but long story short: I asked some folks to pick some of their favourites to help me celebrate.

Colin Medley has been chronicling the underground music scene in Southern Ontario for the last ten years though photographs, writings, recordings and videos. He regularly posts on his websites colinmedley.com, morningnoonnight.ca and on twitter: @vid_kid.


$100 - Positive Hex

This is a song $100 played during the years 2009-2010. I was expecting it to turn up on their second album but it never appeared. Heck, at this rate it might never get released, so I'm glad Joe got a great recording of it. Love the way Ian and Simone sing over top of each other at the end.

Constantines - Justice

The Constantines were just the best band to see live, but I'll admit I took 'em for granted near the end. I caught almost all their local shows from Shine A Light-era onwards, probably close to 20 times. However, when I heard they were playing Wavelength's 10th Anniversary at the Polish Combatants Hall, I decided to sit it out. After all, I’d just seen them play four times a month earlier at their own 10th anniversary celebrations. Of course, what I didn’t know at the time is the Wavelength show would turn out to be the Cons final Toronto show, where they performed their first album in its entirety. Would have been nice to see.

Jon-Rae Fletcher - Big Talker

This is just a great recording of this song. Another show I wish I’d been at. Hope he makes another album one day. I feel like he should be better known. What an amazing songwriter… and that voice! Damn.

Sean Nicholas Savage - Grandson

One of my favourite musical moments of 2011 was seeing Sean Nichols Savage at SXSW. I know a lot of folks who have been digging what he’s been dishing for a couple years now, but I never got around to checking him out myself. So when he hopped on stage at the POP Montreal showcase, dancing and singing to his iPod-powered backing tracks, I was instantly enraptured and have been a fan ever since. He’s always putting out new records (three in the last year!) and I’ve yet to hear a bad song.

Braids - In Kind

I picked this one because it’s a new, unreleased song by Braids. I heard them perform it at the Polaris gala in September and had it stuck in my head for several weeks. I don’t know what else to say. I respect how much this band tours and I look forward to their next LP.


You can always click on the tags below to read more about the shows these songs came from. Have there been four or five songs posted here that made an impact on you? If you'd like to get in on the action and make a list, feel free to send me an email: mechanicalforestsound@gmail.com.

Monday, October 10, 2011

Festival: Wavelength 515 (Night 4)

ELEVEN! Festival (Wavelength 515 – night 4) (feat. Grimes / Eric Chenaux Electric Trio / Little Girls / Maylee Todd / Hooded Fang)

The Great Hall. Saturday, February 19, 2011.

The Friday-night action for the Wavelength Festival moved to the expansive semi-grandeur of The Great Hall, with its high ceiling and the unoccupied horseshoe-shaped balcony above the floor, as well as the large stage made all the more theatrical by the large arch above it. It's a decent room when the vibe is right, but it's also a space that can feel extra-desolate with a small crowd and extra-packed with a full house. It also has perhaps the worst bathrooms for a venue of its size in the city.

As the early crowd for a five-band bill filtered in, host Doc Pickles took the stage to greet them. Someone must have mentioned to him beforehand to push the merch, as his monologues were peppered with the slightly awkward pitches of a self-hating consumerist. He was more in his natural habitat in relating a fable about a lazy bear and an industrious beaver.

Once all the gear was ready to go, the stage was given over to Grimes, bandonym of Montréal-based Claire Boucher. Although she started with a slightly ominous warning ("I'm very sick, so I can't sing. And I'm going to try some new stuff that's maybe risky right now.") she actually sounded to be in good voice, but was looking a little rough. Creating slightly-unorthodox one-woman dancescapes, Boucher has moved quickly from the more found-sound bricolage of her debut full-length (the Dune-Referencing Geidi Primes1) and follow-up Halfaxa to Darkbloom (a split album with d'Eon), which has more of a beat-driven vibe. That was palpable on opener "Crystal Ball" with dancey beats underneath a synth set on harp-like sounds and gauzey layers of vocals.

Boucher sometimes used her vocals as a textural tool, though in some songs they were unsmooshed enough to regain comprehensibility. All of which is to say that though she had built her musical style from the ground up, it does sound like she's heading for a sort of convergence with the tradition she's working in on stuff like the dancefloor-ready "Vanessa". The songs had a propensity to stretch out, so there were only five in her half-hour set, which ended with a new one — Boucher didn't express a lot of confidence in her ability to play it, and indeed it did falter a bit.

Keeping her hands busy with keyboard and electronics, Boucher didn't have much of a stage presentation. And perhaps it had something to do with her feeling unwell, but some of the songs felt a bit de-energized. There were encouraging signs throughout the set, but I didn't find it completely compelling. But given the speed of her musical development, Boucher is well worth watching, and as what was originally a prototypical bedroom recording project spends more time on the road I'm sure she'll project herself more forcefully on stage.

Listen to a track from this set here.

A deliciously Wavelength-esque left turn after that with the Eric Chenaux Electric Trio taking the stage next. It was, in fact, a quartet on this night with Chenaux's amazingly nimble guitar work backed by Nick Fraser (drums) and Rob Clutton (bass), as well as percussionist Blake Howard. Although these might not be household names to those with a strict rock'n'roll mindset, this is very much an all-star combo of artists working at the intersection of folk-inspired singer-songwriter composition and free-ranging improvisation — the sort of fusion fostered in places like The Tranzac.

Putting all those elements into play right from the start, the set led off with "Put In Music This Ballad For Me", a re-assembly of fourteenth century ballad "Notes pour moi". If I had to describe Chenaux's style I might label it "avant wah", given his propensity for creating complicated guitar lines sent down a snaky path by his pedals, but generally staying in sight of a clear melodic line. That mindful waywardness made Clutton a good musical counterpoint — he was high and clear in the mix, but playing clean, uncluttered basslines. That was followed by "Amazing Backgrounds", another song which had originally appeared on Love Don't Change, his collaborative album with Michelle McAdorey. Eschewing any selections from the recent Warm Weather album, the set hewed closer to Dull Lights, his album from '06, with the inclusion of the title track and "Worm and Gear".

It was interesting to watch the division of labour between Fraser and Howard — they actually had about one drumkit between them. Howard was doing more of the accents and "percussion" work, with shakers and congas, but he also had the bass drum. Both of them played a lot with eyes closed, feeling out the groove — and it's the groove here that really got the songs over. When the band eased off for "Dull Lights", which was more quiet and abstract, the audience was less into it — and me as well, a little. But while it was cooking, it was great stuff.

Even when it was really cookin', there was still a mellow undercurrent to the music — appropriate, perhaps, to an all-seated ensemble. The songs were played in a manner allowing them to gently unfurl, giving the musicians time explore the ways they could weave their lines together. That peaked in the nine minutes given over to closer "Love Don't Change".2 Quite fabulous stuff.

Listen to a track from this set here.

Then another extended intro from Doc Pickles, this time singing a jaunty improvised tune while Little Girls dealt with a recalcitrant laptop. Once it was up and running, it provided ever-melding visual effects on the screen behind them. The background images turned out to be geometric vector-y graphics interspersed with stock footage. The images flowed into each other just like the band's songs, which ebbed and segued with looped guitar noise and occasional muttered greetings from guitarist/vocalist Josh McIntyre.

Given that the previous couple times I had seen Little Girls had been in the lo-fi confines of The Shop, I was curious to see what a bigger sound system would do for what I had found to be a muddled sound. As it would turn out, though this was the most-nuanced I'd ever heard the band, they're still pretty murky by design, with McIntyre's vocals usually reverbed to incomprehensibility. But the sound was also beefed up, with the band now sporting a synth-ier edge, mostly as simmering texture, another ingredient in their simmering Joy Division-y brew. Many of the songs came and went in two-minute-ish bursts, and though there's been some evolution, there's a lot of continuity between older stuff like "Youth Tunes" and newer songs like "White Night" and "Ex". Those would subsequently make their way onto the new Cults EP (on Hand Drawn Dracula), which similarly continues and torques their earlier sound.

Maylee Todd can perform in explosive funk mode as well as being a harp-weiding balladeer, but she always beings a sense of adventure to the stage. That dramatic flair was in evidence as she took the stage wearing something that resembled kimono pajamas, leading a five-piece backing band sporting plenty facepaint all around. The set started off in quieter mode, playing a slow song that still managed to swing, Todd's harp complemented by Andrew Scott's gurgling analog keyb sounds. That gave the first part of the set a cast that, while undoubtedly beautiful, had less Saturday night oomph than one might have expected. Mixing songs from the fine Choose Your Own Adventure with some newer stuff, things started to ramp up with "Hooked", featuring Hooded Fang's Lane Halley and Julia Barnes stepping on stage to dance along as well as add a burst of horns.

Todd's greatest strength (besides a powerful voice) is her fearless gregariousness on stage, never afraid to get a little goofy. Or, in the case of an extended percussion groove preceding "Summer Sounds", to get a little physical, throwing down like she used to in her aerobic sock-hop events. A mini-segment at the centre of the set substituted soulful intensity for pure groove, with excellent results, including a new slowburner called "I Tried", plus another with a chorus of "everybody needs a mouth to mouth".3

Any worries of a groove shortage were put to bed in the final part of the set, with a cooking "Aerobics in Space" (including an appearance by band's namesake Pegwee, a creature of indeterminate origin that looks somewhat like a giant oven mitt) and "Haven't You Heard", a Patrice Rushen cover where Todd jumped down to the floor to sing, creating a giant circle in the middle of the dancefloor around her as she invited people to step out for a Soul Train-style dancing breakout.

Listen to a track from this set here.

Closing out the night, Hooded Fang stretched out seven wide across the stage. Starting off, there were nimble versions of "Highway Steam" and "Green River", staples from their debut Album. There was also a slightly haphazard run through "Promise Land", but perhaps the band was just gearing up for the sonic approach of the new songs.

Although it wasn't entirely clear at the time, this was essentially the pivot point closing the Album era and inaugurating Tosta Mista, as the band gave the crowd a first shot at hearing some of the new songs, starting with the new wave frenzy of "Jubb". That sound would come as a shocker for many in the audience, but for anyone who had witnessed singer/guitarist Daniel Lee's other work in Hut, this would seem of a piece. For me, the most surprising element would be how much of that he brought to Hooded Fang. "Brahma" cut the difference between old and new a bit more, with room for the horns before the slow-dance awesomeness of "Den of Love".

Tom McCammon boosted the horn section for "Laughing" and the band closed out the main set with "Love Song". They returned for a couple more, closing the night out back at the beginning of their oeuvre with "Land of Giants" from their initial EP.

There are other options than, say, Wavelength. But I admit I'm partial to an event where you can see someone like Maylee Todd rock an incredible set up on stage, and then look over beside you when the next band is playing and see her dancing and snapping pictures like everyone else in the crowd. "Probably the best thing ever to happen to Toronto," said Daniel Lee.

Listen to a track from this set here.


1 This one is still available as a free download from Arbutus Records, which is doing some fine work out in Montréal.

2 Like several songs in his discography, this is one that Chenaux has recorded twice, revisiting it on 2008's Sloppy Ground after first essaying it on the album that bears its name.

3 Update: We now know that this song is Maylee's new single "Hieroglyphics", which you can grab as a free download here.

Sunday, May 29, 2011

Thursday, March 11, 2010

Recording: Constantines

Artist: Constantines

Song: Justice

Recorded at Wavelength 500 (night 4), SPK Polish Combatants Hall, February 13, 2010.

Constantines - Justice

My notes for this set can be found here.

Gig: Wavelength 500 (night 4)

Gig: Wavelength 500 (night 4) (feat. Constantines, Rockets Red Glare, Donné Roberts, Picastro, Danger Bay)

SPK Polish Combatants Hall. Saturday, February 13, 2010.

Night four, inside the friendly bunker of the Polish Combatants Association hall, turned out to be less, um, adventurous than the previous couple nights. Which isn't a comment about the music on offer so much as the crowd and vibe which left the focus squarely on the bands. There was also a bit more of a sense that this show was celebrating the past more squarely than the first nights — but also of not being chained to it. Perhaps best expressed in a line I found scrawled in my notepad after the show, cribbed from the last band of the night: "time can be overcome."

leading off the night was Danger Bay. Not, prima facie a retro-minded selection — the band has just put out their first EP1 — but still a historically resonating one, as the band is the current musical project of Wavelength co-founder Jonny Dovercourt. Compared to the last time I saw 'em, I wouldn't say that the band has tightened up so much as become more deliberate in what kind of noise they want to create. To wit, Dovercourt's guitar was not so much sloppy as spatter-y, and similarly, the rhythm section is generating a sort of elegant but slovenly aggressiveness. Following that lead was vocalist Deirdre O'Sullivan, who, with a beer bottle in hand and wearing a homemade t-shirt reading "I ♥ SULTS" occupied the stage with a certain rock'n'roll menefreghismo, sauntering up to join the band as the set started and giving the impression that she could be doing this, or not. Some songs came in shorter bursts, which worked well, but equally enjoyable were the more extended instrumental passages, such as on "Pirates of Somalia". A half-dozen songs in twenty-minutes was short and sweet, but left a pleasant aftertaste.

Listen to a track from this set here.

Another usually forward-looking veteran taking the opportunity to look back a bit, Liz Hysen and her comrades in Picastro played a set that was largely focused on '07's Whore Luck. Perhaps that was down to the fact that current regulars Nick Storring (cello) and Brandon Valdivia (drums) were joined by Evan Clarke (guitar — and doing double-duty on the night), all of whom played on that album. Hysen's oft-grim and slowly creeping compositions aren't everyone's bag, and, indeed, the night's quietest set faced the loudest chatter from the floor. Unconcerned, the group turned in a very good set. The slow roil of "Hortur" sounded quite excellent, and set the table for some of the relatively more animated material such as "All Erase".

Like the cold from a prairie wind in winter, Hysen's songs get in your bones and linger, leaving you with a certain unsettled effect. Singular and uncompromising but not in-your-face, when in the mood for it I find Picastro's music to be particularly affecting and on this night it struck me just right. Good stuff.

An esteemed member of a different segment of Toronto's independent music scene than the one often found at Wavelength, Donné Roberts has helped bridge that gap just as he has done all his life. Madagascar-born and growing up in Russia, Roberts quickly became a notable figure in Canada's world music scene on his arrival here, eventually gaining notice for his work with the African Guitar Summit project. With a constantly evolving sound, his genre on this night might be summed up by the first title on his set list, "Afro Pow Wow", a product of his ongoing collaboration with First Nations musician Marc Nadjiwan, whose chants added a new dimension to Roberts' songs. The effect that this has had on his music can be heard in the difference in older, familiar material like "Wenge Yongo", which now has a dual lead vocal line with Nadjiwan adding an undertow to Roberts' brighter melody. The band was professionally tight although occasionally too smooth for my taste — with a trilling soprano sax, "Voromailala" didn't quite have the edge I was looking for, but moments like that were mostly outweighed by funkier fare. It's indisputable that Roberts is working on a pretty unique fusion of styles here, drawing out something that lies at the common heart of two different cultures. That, plus his virtuoso guitar skills (shown off here during the closer, an extended version of "Sadebake") show that Roberts is a talent to be reckoned with. And although this set was danceable and entertaining, it wasn't quite the flavour I was seeking on this night.

And then for what might have been the most hotly-anticipated set of the night, a reunion of Rockets Red Glare, a bright light of the local scene at the time of Wavelength's inception and defunct since '03. Before my time for paying attention to such things, I mostly vaguely knew the name as a "here's what happened on the last episode" kind of note in some articles about Feuermusik. Certainly a different sound than what one usually hears these days from Jeremy Strachan, here playing bass. Evan Clarke, back up on the stage after his turn with Picastro, was more aggressive here in his musical approach. Musically, call it what you will — post-hardcore, say — though in a dirge-y way. Songs generally featured a melodic bassline carried by Strachan, with Clarke's guitar — abrasive but not noisy — chopping against it, not needing squalls of feedback or distortion to make its point. Gus Weinkauf's drums were un-fussy, but had a bit of a shuffle when needed.

With Clarke's anguished, flattened sing-speak vocals, the music mostly connoted a sort of dread, or a sense of a cold, stark landscape. Fairly bleak stuff — "bury yourself" was a a typical lyrical sentiment in one song. Austere and dark, yet not necessarily grim to listen to, in that paradoxical emotional spell that music can cast — catharsis, I guess, to pull one over-used trope out of the bag. With expansive songs that you could wander around in, so to speak, it was bracing and exciting to hear, and though I have no point of comparison, the band was amazingly tight.

As to the benefits of having a reunion, there are always those boxes of CD's in the basement to get rid of: "we have some merchandise for sale," Strachan (who handled most of the banter) said, sounding somewhat bemused by that. Otherwise, for a band that lasted til '03, ending before the age of blogs and other contemporary memory enhancers, RRG mostly existed like a myth or urban legend, so a nice chance for them to, if nothing else, stake out their place in local music history a bit more firmly.

Listen to a track from this set here.

And finally, a different sort of retrospective set from the Constantines. With keyb player Will Kidman under the weather, the band took the opportunity to "play some old songs" as a four-piece. Given that, and the special occasion of the Wavelength show, the band decided to try a bit of a "Classic Albums Live" experiment and tackle their first album (2001's self-titled effort) in its entirety. Even with having dug through their back pages at their recent string of 10th Anniversary shows, this one had the feeling of being something a little different, and special. So although they'd tackled some of the mainstays of that album recently, it was cool to hear the tunes tumble over each other in sequence, played with a fair amount of fire (though Bry Webb's claims of "the songs used to be faster ten years ago" were to the contrary). Playing the whole album also means including tracks that you wouldn't imagine hearing much live, such as instrumental "The McKnight Life" or "To the Lullabies", which was treated like a bit of a skeleton in the closet although it was pulled off pretty well.2

Playing the album made for a tasty fifty minute set, and then the band came for an encore. Launching into a fiery "Young Lions" and then "Hotline Operator" had a big semi-moshy crowd worked up — I'm glad I wasn't on the side of the room where someone was spraying their beer around. Maybe just because it had been another lengthy night, but I was starting to feel worn down and definitely experiencing diminishing returns as the encore stretched out to an unexpected length, though this may have been my tiredness talking, as the band were playing the newer songs with the same intensity they'd exhibited through the main set, and seemed in a mood to play as much as they could, Webb telling the crowd, "I think we're just gonna keep playing 'til we get cut off". Frankly, I could have done with a couple songs less, as we were over the half-hour mark of the encore by the sixth or seventh song, but the final blast of "Nighttime/Anytime" gave me a nice feeling to go out on. The past is with us still — sometimes it's right there in front of you. Turn it up!

Listen to a track from this set here.


1 The band's recent Non-Canonical EP is a cassette-only release, of all things. Certain to raise an eyebrow in some quarters with its obsolescent-format-love, I must admit I have less of a problem with this than vinyl fetishism. Maybe perhaps because I came of age, musically, listening to cassettes, it brings a bit of a gleam to my eye, even if I don't particularly miss 'em all that much. I did pick a copy up at the merch table after the set and, truth be told, even if it came with a code to download the MP3's, I'm far more likely to listen to the cassette — I still have a Walkman in good shape that I pull out every once in a while to listen to something that I haven't been able to upgrade.

2 "This is a deep cut," Steve Lambke said before that one, to which Bryan Webb replied, "some might say too deep."

"I don't think we've played this in eight years — it's a whole lot of jibber jabber," Lambke noted.

After, Webb was self-critical: "Nothing Fugazi about that song," he said, self-mockingly. "Nothing at all."

"That's off our album Steady Diet of Nothing," Lambke deadpanned back.

Thursday, December 31, 2009

Recording: Constantines

Artist: Constantines

Song: Dirty Business

Recorded at The Garrison, December 17, 2009.

Constantines - Dirty Business

My notes for this set can be found here.

Gig: Constantines

Constantines (Ladyhawk / Lullabye Arkestra / Tropics)

The Garrison. Thursday, December 17, 2009.

So, the last time I saw The Constantines, I walked away underwhelmed, wondering if the "maturity" of their newer material was at the expense of youthful energy — or if they're just out of good songs. Even without a couple people telling me I was crazy and flat-out wrong, I didn't want that to be my final disposition on the Cons. On the flipside, I wasn't so filled with regret and a desire to confirm my opinion that I was in any hurry to grab tix to any of three Lee's shows, part of a mini-tour for the band to celebrate their tenth anniversary. But I did have this Thursday night show in my maybe list in my calendar, "Tropics + Lullabye Arkestra + ??". And when word started getting around on Wednesday that the Cons were going to be the secret headliners, I figured I might as well give it a go. Even more close up and intimate than Lee's, you'd figure that if anything was going to make me eat my words, this'd be about as good a shot as you could imagine.

So, then, out to the Garrison. Once I was in and hanging around, I found it interesting to note that apparently familiarity is breeding contentedness, as the red walls seemed a little less strange and dull.1 I wonder if it's also just sort of a new standard we'll slowly get used to — places starting up since the smoking ban aren't going to have that nicotine-yellow haze of grittiness. You want — ugh — authenticity? Go look at the ceiling of a Legion.

Meanwhile, with four bands on the bill, things were getting underway. First up, Tropics — the duo of hard-hitting drummer Simone TB2 and the guit/vox/effects of Slim Twig. As I've mentioned before, I generally find myself in the middle of the road on what's usually pitched as a love-it-or-hate-it proposition. Which is to say I find any of Slim Twig's incarnations to be entertaining when I happen to catch him, but it's not something I'm going out of my for. Under the Tropics banner, the music is abrasive rockabilly noise with the harshest of digital effects accompanying Slim Twig's lurch-y outbursts. What I think I found most inneresting this time out was how my ears found the sound to be... well, more conventional than I remembered. Which could be any combination of three things: maybe Slim is keeping his weirdest stuff for his solo work; maybe I'm just getting used to what he's doing and better hearing what was there all along; or, just maybe, rock'n'roll is pushing back a bit against Slim Twig — it's bloody hard to push the boundaries in all directions all the time, and sometimes the hooks and changes just fall in place in a more conventional way because they always have fallen in that way for a reason — and suddenly you have a band playing songs and not just a series of song-like deconstructions. I dunno. And that's not to say Tropics are suddenly easy listening by any means — this is still abrasive stuff. One working that harsh/catchy dichotomy was introduced as the band's newest song, and had a sort of early Sonic Youth feel and was a tidy sub-two-minute burst, like many of the songs. Just under twenty-five minutes in a loud room like this are probably reasonable circumstances to appreciate Tropics, and I was reasonably entertained.

Listen to a track from this set here.

Lullabye Arkestra started their set with Kat Taylor-Small's bass picking out a rhythm behind Justin Small's keyboard as dry ice poured out over the drum kit. After building for a couple minutes, the pair slammed on the accelerator and set off into the first of their sludgy-metallic duets. Key to the band's allure is that underpinning the musical chaos is the chemistry between the two players, a married couple, who codify their us-against-the-world aggression with songs like the Vonnegut-referencing "Nation of Two". In that vein, their most iconic melding of love and combat might be "We Fuck the Night", which works so well as a slogan it almost makes the song itself redundant. Generally speaking, it all works. More specifically, they're such a great band to watch — bringing extra lights, the ol' fog machine, and a penchant for climbing around on their gear — that their sets are visual treats (not to mention a temptation for even the lousiest of photographers like myself). There was a place or two where I lost the plot, musically speaking, but there was always enough going on that I was enjoying myself.

Listen to a track from this set here.

"Hi, we're the mini-Cons," joked singer/guitarist Duffy Driediger as Ladyhawk3 took the stage. Spouting Vin Diesel jokes and banter about Phil Lynnott, this crew had the sound of a meat'n'potatoes bar band that'd maybe read about Screaming Trees in an old copy of Spin and were inspired a bit by the idea. Amiably chugging through thirty-five minutes of mid-tempo rockers, the guitars occasionally interestingly glanced off each other, but there wasn't a strong animating force here. Nothing to complain about, mind you — they had way more songs under three minutes than over four, so nothing was particularly overstaying its welcome. They made for an intriguing pairing with the headliners, as they seemed to be coming from the same sort of classic rock revanchism that the Cons are headed to.

By this time the room was at capacity and squeezing up to the front. And quite an interesting crowd — a lot of gigs I go to are populated by peers out supporting each other, but this room was well-filled with fellow musicians out to pay respect (and, in at least one case, singing along to several songs). So it goes without saying that there was a love vibe in the room as The Constantines took the stage with a "happy birthday" and a round of shots, launching right into the Tom Cochrane-esque "I Will Not Sing A Hateful Song" (from '08's Kensington Heights), which certainly established the vibe for the night — "P.M.A.," as singer Bry Webb expressed it. That's, like, positive mental attitude, motherfuckers. Musically, though, there was more of a retrospective agenda at work, with the bulk of the set coming from the band's first two fine albums.

Solid rockin was on display with the band reaching back to 2002 for EP track "Dirty Business" and '03's Shine A Light for "National Hum". When first-track-from-first-album "Arizona" hit the instrumental break in the middle, just one guitar picking out a rhythm, Webb grinningly commented, "like Fugazi meets Springsteen" — or, given the self-knowing metatextuality that he swathed it in (within a song itself that is a metatextual mini-manifesto), that should be further enclosed in Webb's own scare-quotes: "'like Fugazi meets Springsteen'". And — "indeed", I guess.

Jennifer Castle was invited up to add some hardly-heard backing vox to "Million Star Hotel", — the first jaunt back to the more recent half of their discography since the opener. There were a couple more from Kensington Heights (and coincidentally or not, these were the least energetic and interesting things in the set) but generally things stuck to earlier stuff for the hour-long set.

For the encore, the band made their only dip into '05's Tournament of Hearts with "Draw Us Lines" and offered a taut "Insectivora" before inviting everybody from all the night's other bands to join in on a shake-yer-firsts rendition of AC/DC's "Thunderstruck". All told, seventeen songs in seventy-five minutes. And a pretty satisfied crowd, definitely oozing the P.M.A.

Given the positivity and downright joy that people were exhibiting, I felt... well, less positive and joyful. Which isn't to say I was singing a hateful song to myself or anything, but I dunno if my opinion was shifted any — speaking honestly, I think I liked everything from their first five years way more than anything from the past five. Whether that makes the band a nostalgia act or me a churl — well, I shouldn't oughtta say.

Listen to a track from this set here.


1 In another praise-worthy move by the management of The Garrison, they had the coatcheck open on a busy night, and chose not no use that as a gouge and cash grab. Why in the world should coatcheck cost more than a buck or two?

2 Simone exhibited an exceptional ability to chew gum and keep time simultaneously. That's not something I keep an eye out for or anything, but you just don't see that very often.

3 Not to be confused the the rather-similarly-named Ladyhawke, apparently a pop singer from New Zealand.

Monday, July 6, 2009

Recording: Constantines

Artist: Constantines

Song: You Are A Conductor*

Recorded at Harbourfront Centre, Canada Day, July 1, 2009.

Constantines - You Are A Conductor

My notes from this gig can be found here.

* Note: This was broadcast live-to-air by the CBC, so if you dig around somewhere on their website, you could most likely find their version of it as well. My gear doesn't work as well in big, outdoor spaces, so this isn't in the upper tier of my recordings.

Gig: Constantines / Chad VanGaalen

Constantines / Chad VanGaalen

Harbourfront Centre. Wednesday, July 1, 2009.

Riding a string of, what — five or so consecutive Canada Days at Harbourfront,1 I wasn't going to miss this one, despite the fact that the lineup was less compelling to me than some in the past. The usual sort of very mixed crowd sitting patiently before the show — older ladies perched up front, young people patiently waiting at the back for them to bail.2 I got there just early enough to snag a seat in the centre and reasonably close to the stage. As showtime got closer, the crowd swelled pretty large — it's hard to evaluate how deep the people standing were, but it seemed like a goodly number. Turned out to be another gig being broadcast live by CBC3.

Things kicked off with a set by Chad VanGaalen. Given that — despite not having really gone out of my way to see him — this was my third time seeing him perform in less than a year I was curious to see if anything'd rubbed off on me. And indeed, as he ripped into the Crazy Horse-esque "Mini TV's", there were some things that rang a bell. Backed by a four-piece band (including Julie Fader — who I'd last seen in these parts with Great Lake Swimmers — on vox, keyb and flute) VanGaalen started loud and then switched over to quieter songs as the set progressed. Getting through fifteen songs in fifty minutes, Chad was impressed with the turnout and excited by boats going by behind the crowd. On stage, his manner was a bit like a brilliant artist friend who spends most of his time in the basement — someone that you bring to a party only to have him say mildly confusing and scandalous things in public. "Was Canada born from a vagina, like everything?" he asked at one point, pausing, and then correcting himself, "countries aren't born from vaginas. Sorry, I didn't go to school for anything." A weird, slightly prickly kind of insular charm.

Having a chance to sit back and soak in his performance more than last time I saw him, I was certainly able to appreciate it a lot more. Whether playing from his more amped-up stack of songs or his more folksy stuff, there's a dark consistency to his lyrics about pain and loss expressed through a winning mix of plainspoken narration and haunting imagery. All told, well done, and a boat-honkin' good time.

Listen to a track from this set here.

By the time Constantines took the stage, the aisles had filled in with rabidly partisan fans, cheering as the band led off with "I Will Not Sing a Hateful Song". I was feeling somewhat ambivalent. This is a band that I've liked for a long time — and really liked for a while, round the time when Shine a Light came out. I remember the first couple times I saw 'em live as being bracing, vital affairs. But then they released an okay album followed by a dull album, and lately I'd been wondering if "maturity" — that most dreaded of all rock'n'roll afflictions — had crept into the band's joints just as classic-rock dynamics have been creeping into their songs, displacing punkish spirit.

The performace sort of reinforced those feelings in me. Underwhelming album cuts from Kensington Heights like "Million Star Hotel" and "Shower Of Stones" didn't gain much live. This is obviously something that the band is aware of, and obviously their musical development over their last couple albums is an attempt at finding a way to transform youthful kineticism into a more subtle, implied kind of power. "Tomorrow'll kill you dead," as Bry Webb sang in "Time Can Be Overcome", a song about entropy's tensions, and right on point for what I was thinking. I guess for me the problem is that though the band seems self-aware and is facing these ideas head-on, what they've come up with just doesn't do much for me.

Which isn't to say this was a bad show — it was, largely, an entertaining time — just, subjectively, less vital than I was hoping. And anyways, there were certainly some exceptions that proved to make me look callous, such as "You Are A Conductor", perhaps the quietest thing the band played, that managed to have a certain power drawn from its elegance. And if nothing else, the band filled out their timeslot, playing from 9:30 right up to the eleven o'clock curfew. There was also a pretty good moment when a burst of energy seemed to correspond precisely with the beginning of the fireworks from Ontario Place. The Cons remain a talented and important band, so I wouldn't put it past 'em to find the songs that integrate their youthful fire with their maturity.

Listen to a track from this set here.


1 Okay — let's look it up. Working backwards:

2008: Martha Wainwright / Basia Bulat

2007: Final Fantasy / Do Make Say Think

2006: The Dears / Jason Collett

2005: Feist / Apostle of Hustle

That's as far back as I was there for. Looks like Rheostatics played in '04.

2 There was one older gentleman — for a moment I thought he was Mose Allison, inexplicably still at the Harbourfront on the day after his gig there — sitting in the row in front of me. Perhaps because he was hemmed in and didn't want to fight the crowd, he stayed for the entire gig, despite nodding off a couple times, and looking painfully uncomfortable at others.