Concert Reviews

And so we begin the bleak descent into madness that is winter. This season is filled with pagan rituals, cold, unrelenting weather, and of course, the whipped cream on top of the pie: a mutual anger for having to put up with people in general. If this all doesn't relate to metal, then I don't know what does.

Once upon a time, there was a girl that loved Sloan so much, that she named her first and only cat after them (he turned 15 this summer!).

Once upon a time, there was a girl that loved Sloan so much, that every time she got drunk, she would belt out "Deeper Than Beauty" and "Snow Suit Sound". 

Once upon a time, there was a girl that loved Sloan so much, that she broke up with her fiancée when he didn't "get" them. (For reals.)

A couple of CJLO peeps and I trekked all the way to Brooklyn with our CMJ Music Marathon badges in tow to catch METZ at the Cameo Gallery, only to discover that the venue had reached its CMJ badge quota. Having come all that way, we resentfully paid the ten bucks and went inside.

The spectacle at Foufounes Electriques on Monday night was no evening with your uncle and his dusty old punk LPs talking about the good ol’ days. Vancouver veteran rockers D.O.A. catered to a crowd of fresh faces who were hip to the new modernized and refined punk-rock, and also delivered a dose of Canadian grade-A punk nostalgia to the hoards of seasoned fans.