Concert Reviews

By Mikey B - The Lonesome Stranger - 02/12/2005

I can specifically remember working on a crisp late summer day in Fairview. It’s those kinds of days where the slightest thing would piss you off… People who know me best know that it takes a lot to piss me off. I can take most physical and verbal abuse and still have a pseudo-smile on my face. This particular day at HMV, however, just killed my spirit. Not because of co-workers, and surprisingly not because of jerk-off customers, but because of the store playlist.

By Jordan-na - Canadian Invasion - 02/12/2005

Sometimes you just want to rock out. Fuck the deep meaning and weird synth sounds. Leave the violin and accordion at home. Lose a few band members and strip down the sound to the three basic elements of rock: guitar, bass and drum. Unfortunately, Montreal is hardly the place to find this type of bare bones rock, as we’re infatuated with our own trendy art rock music scene.

By Alex - Losing My Edge - 02/09/2005

By Jordan-na - Canadian Invasion - 12/03/2004

An Evening With an Indie Music Critic

9:17pm: The show was advertised for 9pm, so like any seasoned critic, I show up late. The lady at the door informs me it will start between 9:30 and 10pm.

By Darcy Macdonald - Ear Exam - 10/29/04

K-os + Peter Elkas

October 29th 2004 Club Soda

By Oli Pulleybank - Boozehound Radio - 11/27/2004

As the guitar tech put the bright orange bass he had been tuning back on to its stand and sauntered off the stage, the crowd at the University of Montreal’s CEPSUM arena felt a rush of nervous excitement overwhelming them. I stood towards the back, feeling like the luckiest of all the schmucks who had conned their way onto the guestlist, and knew that the wait was almost over. Making their triumphant return to Montreal were the almighty Pixies, having not graced La Belle Ville with their sonic assault in over 22 hours.

Antonella F. - The Siamese Libertines - 11/24/2004

Sam used to be known to me as “that cute, shy waiter from Shayne’s” (the short-lived restaurant on Bishop street owned by the Montreal Canadiens player, Shayne Corson). Now, almost four years later, he is known nationwide as one of Canada’s hottest rock acts. I was, therefore, eagerly anticipating my chance at seeing him again for the first time since his clean-cut days at Shayne’s (I’m not a regular at Le Pistol).