In the auditorium, it seemed no one knew each other, but yet somehow everyone knew everything about the people around them. Attendees seemed to all echo the sentiment, “I’ve been playing Zelda games my whole life,” in between constant arguments surrounding which game is the best game in the series.
Memoryhouse immediately left behind simple and quiet for a big, atmospheric sound. Their best songs opened with synths and light drums then built to guitar riffs over a wall of sound.
Last weekend I went to see Memoryhouse with Seapony and Jay Arner at the Waldorf. It was a great show! Memoryhouse is a band from Guelph, Ontario getting tons of hype on big-deal blogs like Pitchfork and Stereogum, and yet the show felt small and personal.
At one point, no band member could be seen as they were all surrounded by fans and bananas alike. This was apparently a major issue for security as those on stage were hurled into the audience in a futile effort to keep people from dancing around Andrew
"Partying is the essence of life": this quote will likely be inscribed on Andrew WK's tomb stone.
Feeling nostalgic for a bygone age when Ziggy Stardust roamed the earth? Well then get out your striped body suits as British glam rockers, the Darkness, are coming to town.
Last week I went to see Myelin Sheaths, Korean Gut and the Courtneys at the Cobalt. The show was a fundraiser for Kier Fist from the Lethbridge, AB punk band Fist City’s top surgery. Travelling from Lethbridge was Myelin Sheaths, who along with Vancouver’s Korean Gut are some of the incredible bands with releases coming out on Alberta based Mammoth Cave Recordings.
The audience at The Biltmore this past Saturday night had a familial air. With the mellow, haunting roots musician Johnny Wakeham opening, and Hard Drugs playing their first gig in years, the majority of the crowd seemed to be a congenial combination old friends and diehard fans.
Just before Christmas I saw the Chor Leoni Men’s Choir perform Rejoice—a night filled with holiday classics, hushed cantatas, and liturgical music, accompanied by the quintet, A Touch of Brass.
Too often I look through Pitchfork, or Rolling Stone and find myself wondering why certain bands attain superstar status. To me many of them seem like their missing one or two or even several pieces that would elicit such a title. Because for every band that’s hailed ‘the next greatest band’, like Animal Collective or Odd Future there are one or two bands that are criminally underrated. Bands who given the right chance, the right break, could become mega-stars. The Sounds are one of those bands.
How many times have you heard someone say ‘Oh yeah, their albums good, but MAN you gotta see this band live!! You won’t understand it till you see it live!’? Then you go see the band and it’s alright, but you can’t help feeling that your friend has a bad case of superfanitis.
