Read and Produced by Gareth Sloan.
Stories by Chris Hanna, Emily Brass, Jose Espinoza and Sarah Deshaies.

Hello everybody, I’m Cecil and I host Burnt Offerings every Sunday as part of Metal Sundays and I’ve got a little something for you. Now, I don’t claim to be an avid concert-goer, but I’ve been to my fair share and I’m not unfamiliar with the scene so when I had the opportunity to see Powerglove, Mutiny Within and Sonata Arctica live I was pretty thrilled about it. Mutiny Within was new to me, but I was given the opportunity to meet with them and interview them, which I will get to soon enough. Powerglove, I can say, I’ve been a fan of them ever since I discovered their gimmick (for those of you who might not know, they are a band dedicated to playing metal versions of videogame theme songs). Then there was Sonata Arctica, the big guns of the night and I was thrilled to see these guys live because I’ve been a fan of them since about as far back as I can remember! Now, this is my first concert review so I’ll do my best not to get too carried away so here goes….
April 7th, 2010. It was a Wednesday and I was at Club Soda. I was familiar with the venue and I arrived at about 5:00 with Terra, my photographer, to meet with Mutiny Within’s tour manager to get inside the place to meet with the band to have the interview. As for the content of the interview, you will have to wait until I get off my lazy ass and finish the editing, but follow my blog on CJLO.com under Burnt Offerings and I will let you know when to expect it.
After the interview was over, Terra and I were given press passes for the night which, I have to admit, was pretty freakin’ sweet and made for some great shots, which will be/are available to see here. We had a little time to kill before the show so we played around with the camera to test out different angles and locations on the balconies to see where the best shots could be taken from and needless to say, we were impressed! Once you take a look at all the pictures, I’m sure you will all be as well. But, we hardly had the time to keep it up because before we knew it, Powerglove was busy setting up the stage and everybody inside was already pumped up so we got to our places and got ready for the show…
Now, I want to let you all know that when I go to see a band perform for the first time, I’m pretty conservative. I keep my bandana on my head with my hair tied up and I may even stand around with my arms crossed until I get a feel for the band performing. In this case, since Terra and I had press passes, I was sitting comfortably at the balcony up top. But, I’ve seen Sonata before and I was familiar with the other two bands, even though I hadn’t seen them live yet at this point, so I was about ready to rock out anyways.
Powerglove had the stage set up colourfully with their props, such as a vicious Piranha Plant, a man with a purple hat and a yellow “P” that I can’t identify for the life of me, and a massive POWERGLOVE banner. Having never seen these guys live before, I was already sold on their gimmick. I’ve been listening to them for a while but I never wanted to go see them because, honestly, I was sceptical about how much stage presence they could have until I saw them get on the stage. I had never seen one person wear so many Koopa shells in my entire life! The drummer was wearing a costume that looked like something out of Mortal Kombat with banners coming from his back! Needless to say, I was sold on their live shows and when they started up with their first song, the Tetris theme song, I fell over in my seat with a feeling of satisfaction. About half way through the set they threw to the crowd several inflatable swords and encouraged people to challenge others to Mortal Kombat which started, to my knowledge, the first ever mosh pit with swords. I can’t deny it, I’m a big videogame nerd and when I heard them play songs from some my favourite videogames such as Storm Eagle (Mega Man X) and Red Wings Over Baron (Final Fantasy IV) I confess, I got swept away. Buuut… it’s kind of hard to sing along to your favourite songs when they don’t have any words, so Powerglove made it interactive with a hand-puppet toucan they brought out during Storm Eagle and they encouraged us to chant “FUCK THAT BIRD!” every time they would put him up. A bit later into the set they delighted us with tracks from their upcoming album which I won’t share with you just yet, so you’ll have to keep your eyes open for it when it comes out! When all was said and done, they ended their set with the Power Rangers theme song and encouraged us all to chant “GO GO POWER RANGERS!” and at the end of it, they thanked us and left.
Sometime after the show, I met with Chris from Powerglove and introduced myself as Cecil and he laughed heartily and said “Cecil, eh? I’m Kain!” which is a reference to FFIV for those of you unfamiliar. We had a little standoff there, but we laughed, greeted each other and shared geek love for, well, specifically Mega Man X. Chris, or any of you guys from Powerglove (Alex, Nick, Bassil), if you are reading this, great show, thanks for being so cool about meeting Terra and me after the show, and…. Storm Eagle was the easiest boss, right after Chill Penguin!
Now, let us move along to the second band, Mutiny Within. As I said before, I got the chance to meet these guys and speak with them before the show. Well, I only got to speak with bassist AJ and singer Chris really, but they were fun to talk to and they didn’t snub us at all after the show. Without going into too much detail, they can honestly say that their best Canadian touring experience has been Montreal, with Quebec City as a close second. By the time these guys had made it to the stage, I knew what they were all about and I was well-prepared to receive them so when they came to the stage, I had my bandana off, my hair down and a firm grip on the banister in front of me. I was so pumped up at this point that I couldn’t tell if they were playing "Awake" first or "Forsaken", or if they had just finished the set with "Year of Affliction" because I got so carried away with their music and the energy these guys had put into their music that their entire set was spent with me rocking out to my hardest! I was headbanging, windmilling and just allowing my body to be a slave to the music. At one point I remember Chris and I made eye contact during his set and he smiled at me, threw me up the horns and said to the audience, “This guy’s gonna fucking break something!” and for a brief moment, I was elated. I couldn’t be happier. I was enjoying a great show, with a great performance from a fairly new band that worked hard to be where they are today, and they gave me props halfway through their set. I have to admit, when I see a band that really enjoys what they do, that shows in their performance, I enjoy myself. I knew these guys wanted to be there and I knew that they loved the feeling they got performing in front of all these people so, you know what guys? A+ keep up the good work.
Unfortunately I didn’t get a chance to speak with the guys after the show as they were too busy being bombarded by fanboys and fangirls who couldn’t draw the line between being enthusiastic and creepy. However, if you guys are reading this, come back to Montreal and enjoy a beer with yours truly.
The final act was Sonata Arctica and let me start this off with a little more geekery; Sonata Arctica had the wolf shirts first and it was these guys that gave these shirts their power. Don’t know what I’m talking about? Google it. So anyways, as I said before I’ve known these guys and enjoyed them for a long time and I’ve seen them before. I went a while back with a few friends of mine when they played at the Metropolis which, to be honest, was a poor concert experience in comparison but that was the first time I saw Sonata and I knew what they were all about. Tony Kakko, the singer, is… well… for a lack of a better word, he’s cute. He moves around a LOT! I’m not saying that other singers from other bands don’t, but he reminds me of someone with ADHD. He jumps around, he air guitars frequently, he’ll go for casual walks across the stage and between songs or during solos he has a habit of sitting down on the stage cross-legged. Needless to say, I was in a happy place and Sonata delivered the performance I was needed for a while now. They played several newer tracks from Unia, such as "Paid in Full", and their latest album which I haven’t even listened to yet, still to this day, but I was happy when Tony would stop and think to himself and call out for older songs, such as "Broken" or "FullMoon". I always enjoy hearing new music, especially from a band I’ve already been a fan of for a long while but honestly, when I see a show and the focus is set to the new material I get bored quickly; I didn’t come JUST to find out what will be coming soon. What I enjoyed most about the Sonata experience was their balance between new and old songs tied with their unyielding stage presence. All in all, their performance was spectacular and I had another moment where Tony saw me in the balcony and threw me up the horns. Terra, my photographer, died a little bit that night when she was taking pictures because she got up front to get a few shots and Tony posed for her, the picture will be available to see soon enough.
Anyways, long story short, this was probably one of the best concert experiences I’ve had, if only because I never had the opportunity to take advantage of so many privileges before and it made for great memories. BUT! I want to say that the three bands performed superbly, the lighting was great and I had no problem waiting outside to meet with Powerglove and Mutiny when all was said and done. Thank the Gods it wasn’t snowing!
News Produced by Drew Pascoe, Read by Erica Fisher
Stories by Alina Gotcherian. Jonathan Moore, and Jose Espinoza

Running late as usual, I ran into la Tulipe last Friday night right at the end of Hawksley Workman’s second song of the night. I must admit it was my virgin experience with this multi-talented performer and I was not prepared for the banter.
Hawksley Workman loves to talk. On my entrance to what I thought would be a musical journey, in which I was excited to hear some old songs, mixed in with the new songs from his recent MeatMilk and albums, I was not prepared to hear story after story. It almost felt like I was watching a TV special.
Something else you notice right away is that he changes guitars almost after every song. When I entered the venue, he was playing a Les Paul standard. He then went to what looked like from my viewpoint as a standard telecaster, only showcasing his collection of these fine instruments.
“Amsterdam is where love goes to die,” Hawksley said, explaining his time living there. However this was to the chagrin of some audience members, who booed at this statement. This did not seem to faze him at all as he led into his sad “Piano Blink” song from the 2008 album Los Manlicious.
When he did sing, I was captivated by his voice. He had explained that he was feeling under the weather at the beginning of the concert, but you would never have known it. His vocal range is impressive at best. It ranks up there with some of the most talented rock voices out there. I even compared it to my beloved Freddy Mercury. That could be going to far for some that will read this, but all the same this musician is talented and quite the showman. His comfort on the stage is quite evident. The way he plays his guitars, and moves around, often flailing his arm around in the air, makes you feel like he was born up there.
Around mid set, the whole band all came off stage except the violinist, Jesse Zubot, who dazzled the audience with a stellar solo.
When the band finally returned to the stage it was an amusing scene. It is a normal occurrence to see the lead singer change his wardrobe, but the whole band? Hawksley Workman came back with what looked like a “car-mechanic-gone-country-rock” outfit which was a chocolate brown studded coverall, while the rest of the band either changed their shirts, and/or their pants. Pianist Todd Lumley for some reason, also threw on a baseball cap.
With time a wasting, Workman told the audience that they had to get it rolling as La Tulipe likes to turn into a dance club. So it was at this point that the banter completely stopped and we got to see this musician do his finest. He led right into “Robot Heart” from his recently-released Milk album and continued with two more songs from this album, “We Dance to Yesterday” and “Who do They Kiss.”
Workman ended the night with “Dirty and True” from his 2001 album Last Night We Were. The Delicious Wolves and played a three song encore set that included “Devastating” from Milk and “We’ll Make Time (Even If There Ain’t No Time)” from Meat.
Although, I was thrilled to hear him finally just belt out the tunes, I found I missed the crazy story telling he did at the beginning of his show, only proving that Hawksley Workman can balance the music, with the banter.

Come out to Katacombes Thursday, May 6th for the first of (hopefully) many CJLO punk night SHOWS!
Featuring local insane asylum escapees turned egalitarian relationship gurus INTERRACIAL LOVE TRIANGLE and Ottawa's finest male babysitters turned garage punk shit disturbers THE GIRLFRIENDS plus some of your (soon to be) favourite CJLO deejays spinning traxxx like a whirling Dervish.
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$6 cover it all goes down at COOP KATACOMBES - 1635 St Laurent corner Ontario.
Be there or be square!
Read and Produced by Gareth Sloan.
Stories by Chris Hanna, Emily Brass, Jose Espinoza and Sarah Deshaies.

Do you ever lie awake, dreaming of the early '90s, while listening to the likes of Sleater-Kinney, Bratmobile, Heavens to Betsy or Bikini Kill? Do you reminisce back to your Doc Marten days when Doc Martens made their first fashion resurgence? Do you ever wonder what life would be like if the Riot Grrrl scene didn't disintegrate (albeit, many rad things have been birthed by this action – like Ladyfest, and Girls Rock Camp...)? Do you ever think about what happened to the feminist queer riot grrrl writers inspired by such an amazing time in our recent history? What? Not really? Well, let me tell you why you should think such things...
1) First off, I really shouldn't need to convince you about the radness known as the Riot Grrrl movement... If we do need to go back to square one for this, I recommend getting yourself hooked up with a mix-tape of Sleater-Kinney, Huggy Bear, Team Dresch and Bikini Kill, for starters...
2) Doc Martens always were, and still are, the best invest-ment for a good pair of boot-stomping-good-times boots. Money well spent, in my opinion.
3) The demise of the Riot Grrrl scene? Well, to make a long story short – amazing DIY feminist movement showcasing kick-ass women in the male-dominated music world, got eaten alive by the corporate take-over of it, and the birth of Spice Girls-style “Girl Power.” The spirit of the Riot Grrrl movement lives on in many DIY bands, festivals and co-operative skill-sharing, like Ladyfest, a DIY feminist fest that occurs internationally, and Girls Rock Camp, which inspires young girls to experience the power of musical expression, also occurring in many cities everywhere (including right here in Montreal!!).
4) Feminist queer riot grrrl writers? Besides being a movement that inspired girls to rock out and voice their politics through music, the Riot Grrrl movement birthed modern 'zine' culture as we know it, inspiring many people to express themselves through words, without having to be “validated” by patriarchal institutions like school. And yes, like the music, these writers still do amazing work, and still express themselves through alternative media sources and small presses, as well as readings...
Why am I telling you this? Because I don't want you to daydream away your chance to see one of the best things to come to Montreal in a while! Sister Spit – the next generation! Sister Spit, a spoken word and performance collective, was originally founded in 1994, at the height of the Riot Grrrl movement, and featured young writers and performers that toured the globe. They released spoken word albums on the feminist lesbian label Mr. Lady Records, from San Francisco, which was also home to bands like The Butchies and Le Tigre. After a few years on hiatus, Sister Spit is back, a reunion spearheaded by one of its founders, Michelle Tea.
Michelle Tea is an author known for her autobiographical works that explore feminism, race, queer culture, class and sex work. Her award-winning books and anthologies, like Valencia, Rent Girl and Rose of No Man's Land, have inspired many people, much in the same way that riot grrrl music has, to express themselves in their own DIY manner. Let Sister Spit – the next generation inspire you at 8pm, on Tuesday April 27th 2010, at Il Motore, 179 Jean Talon O.!
In the van will be the “legendary, raucous, rowdy performance gang of queertastic brilliance! This multimedia explosion of zinesters, fashion plates, slam poets, novelists, performance artists, poets and fancy scribblers - featuring queer luminary Michelle Tea, legendary trans film director and screenwriter Silas Howard, queer graphic novelist and anti-racist activist Elisha Lim, lesbian slam-poet/performance artist Lenelle Moise, trans psychic memoirist Len Plass, queer zinester/portraitist/graphic novelist Nicole J. Georges, and Power Point loving shape-shifter translady Annie Danger!! ALSO featuring Montreal's own poetic virtuoso, Trish Salah!!!” More info can be found here!

Thanks to everyone who came out for a great night at Les 3 Minots! Here are your winners (For the full list of nominees click here:
The Welcome to the Jungle Award for Best New Show
* Runny Noise
The CBC Award for On Air Professionalism
* Charts & Crafts - Rebecca Munroe
The Ol' Gil Award (Most Underrated Show)
* Dirty Work
The MAPL Award for Canadian Content (Canadian Only Shows & Talk Excluded)
* Pop Concordia
CJLOL Award (Funniest Show)
* Countdown to Armageddon
Defender of Rock
* The Almighty Riff
The Radio 3 Award (New Music Supporter)
* Blog Nation
The Phil Donahue Award (Best Talk Show)
* New Media & Politics
The Yank Crime Award (Best Rock Show)
* The Go Go Radio Magic Show
The Niche Award (Best Specialty Show)
* Beats from the East
The Kool Herc Award (Best Hip Hop Show)
* Let The Rhythm Hit 'Em
The Pete Tong Award (Best RPM Show)
* Haze World
The Smelt Your Face Award (Best Metal Show)
* Turn Down the Suck
The Lucky Dube Award (Best World Show)
* More Fyah
The Oscar Peterson Award (Best Jazz Show)
* J Spot
The Fox News Award for Excellence in Journalism
* Gareth Sloan
The Riggs and Murtaugh Award for Best Team
* Sasparilla & Sassafrass (Andrij Radio & Stefen Opryshko - Pan African Hour)
The Airwave Domination Award for Excellence in Guest Hosting
* Andrew Grade A Explosives W on Countdown to Armageddon & Hooked On Sonics
The Robert Vairo Award for Broadcast Excellence
* More Fyah
CJLO Lifetime Achievement Award
* Marko Jakopanec
The Bored and Wanting to Get Out of the House Award (for excellence in volunteer commitment)
* Patrick Meloche
* Kim Pringle
* Alex Menjivar
* Gareth Sloan
* Kayleigh Jordan-McGregor
* Eric Feliciano
* Sebastian Perry
Keener Award for Most Helpful DJ
* Johnny Suck
* Lachlan Fletcher
* Chris Seward
* Julie Matson
* Jessica MacDonald
* Kelly Kay
* Cecil
* Mike Vo
* Paul Brown
* Nassim Tabri
* Andrij Radio
* Emily Brass
* Andrew Weiler
* Danielle Jakubiak
People's Choice:
Best Show Promo
* Countdown to explosive Thursdays
Best Show or DJ Blog
* Phantastiq Cypha
Best Dressed Female
* Cordelia Black
Best Dressed Male
* Lachlan & Stephen
Favorite Show
* Beat The World
* Grade A Explosives
Best Show Name
* Runny Noise
* Go Funk Yourself
* Eat My Country
News read by Bradley Pascoe
Produced by Drew Pasoce
Stories written by Emily Brass, Alina Gotcherian, and Bradley Pascoe

Two weekends ago…
Saturday: Sleep in. Maybe too much. Work. Climb mountain at midnight, drink beer, call toll-free sex lines with friends from payphones and try to fake credit card numbers, but fail miserably. Get scared in a graveyard, go home. Sleep at 4:00 am.
Sunday: Work 11:30. Family dinner in Hudson. After hearing great reviews after its South by Southwest screening, boyfriend invites me to see Hot Tub Time Machine, and I’m all like “I totally want to see that, John Cusack is, like, the man of my dreams, oh my God, High Fidelity is the best LOL!”
Monday: Nothing, then work. Make $80 in tips. I am a pimp.
Tuesday: Call boyfriend. “Dude, can’t go see Hot Tub Time Machine tonight. I have to review the Soft Pack at La Tulipe.” “Who’s that?” he asks. “Fuck if I know”. Go to show, and this follows:
Ok, so I volunteered to review this show at La Tulipe. While yammering away about the genius of Mark Sultan’s new album on my show, Cut Your Hair and Get a Job (which I can’t believe I’ve never overtly pimped out before in an article), I receive a phone call from CJLO magazine editor and occasional painkiller abuser Brian, who tells me the show has been moved to the Green Room, slightly north of my humble ‘aboveapizzaria’ Plateau dwelling. Sweet. Doors are at 8, and the more I fully investigate this Tuesday evening line-up (the Beaters followed by former Vivian Girls openers Male Bonding, and finally the Soft Pack) the more I become “super jacked” about this show. I use my cat’s MySpace account to check out the bands online, and praise the day our lord and saviour invented cats, the internet, and the MTV generation’s penchant for self involvement.
I arrive at the Green Room at precisely 9:05 pm. I think I expect to see a ton of people smokin’ and jokin’ outside the venue, waiting for the first opener The Beaters to begin momentarily. Well kids, in this assumption I was wrong on more levels than I can count without using my fingers, and that number is precisely three. Potentially the number that comes after three. Here they are:
1) Literally no one was outside the Green Room. I found this suspicious… maybe this was an elaborately organized surprise birthday party. If this were the case, I would cut off ties with all my friends for being such inconsiderate dumbasses and not even coming close to knowing my date of birth.
2) The Beaters got stuck at the boarder and couldn’t make the show. That was too bad.
3) The show actually started just after 8, and I missed Male Bonding. WAIT – I MISSED MALE BONDING! Seriously, since when do shows actually start at 8? Really, the show was over by around 10. What are we, sixth graders?! Dude, THE FAMILY CHANNEL RUNS LATER THAN THAT!
Whatever, I don’t even care.
So, this band the Soft Pack… yeah, I dunno about these guys. Maybe I’m a bit of a snob but I was initially off put by their “Abercrombie and Fitch carefree beach frat boy” thing; this brings me to a short tale for those interested. If not, skip this paragraph. So, once upon a time, not but two years ago I was a first-year Concordia student with the naïveté of a girl, but the rack of a grown woman. I’m mostly kidding. Anyway, I attended McGill’s Nuit Blanche with my roommate Jordana and our friend Nina, and somehow Nina and I got invited to a nearby party by 2 girls. We told them we were in first year, so they made this huge deal about how this was a ‘fourth year party’, and how we should feel honoured we were invited. So we went, and the whole thing was basically just drunk dudes playing fooseball and girls talking about their hair wraps they got while vacationing together in “fuckin’ CANCUUUUUN!”. We left. Yes, the dudes of the Soft Pack bring me back to that fateful night.
There’s no doubt these dudes are technically proficient, but about 75% of the time that makes them boring unless they’ve got something else going for them… and since this wasn’t no Yngwie Malmsteen shit, I was not incredibly entertained by their overwhelming lack of stage presence. The band seemed incredibly unsure of themselves and out of place, this applies doubly to the lead singer, who looked bored in a non-shoegaze kind of way. In my notes, I said I would not like to have them as friends, as they seem dull. I think this is a little harsh in retrospect, but I do still think that I’d prefer to hang out with Dave Matthews: he may seem dull, but I hear he smokes maaaaad doobage (note: I do not condone these behaviours necessarily, this is transcribed directly from my stream of consciousness notes. Please do not blacklist me from doing these reviews).
Okay, let’s get down to the music. The singer, I figured out by the end of the show, sounds a bit like the Killers’ Brandon Flowers, only more monotone. “More or Less” was a little R.E.M. tinged with vocals that should have been much louder, cause no one really cares about instrumental tunes. “Pullout” was big with the jock contingent of the audience, maybe because it implied ineffective birth control methods that resulted (and continues to result) in thousands of unintentional pregnancies, an issue this demographic seems to identify with. It seemed like by rockin’ out they let out a unified and triumphant “DUDE, THAT WAS SO CLOSE” just after breaking it off with their girlfriend. Kind of sounds like Interpol and I’m also briefly interested, but the song falls flat pretty quickly with a formulaic chorus. About 5 or 6 songs in, when the band plays “Parasites”, I decide I had may as well be doing an album review given the lack of interest in performing live the band seems to have. And I thought I was a snob. “All My Time” was like a Chevrolet, a tried, tested and true formulaic catchy rock song that drove the crowd ‘aging French Canadian hipster wild’. They totally bobbed their heads like NUTS!
The show was a short one, and I was glad for that fact. I would say don’t bother seeing this band live, their recorded stuff sounds way better. Like, waaaay better. No big deal, I guess, maybe they’ll get more comfortable playing in front of audiences and spark my interest in the future. I just figured that a band comprised completely of white dudes that used to call themselves ‘The Muslims’ would leave a more lasting impression. However, I would like to thank the band profusely for announcing the names of their songs before playing them, as I am an incredibly irresponsible journalist and wouldn’t have known what I was talking about without their help. So thanks dudes. I owe you a brewski.