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Santigold + Trouble Andrew + Amanda Blank

Even though I'm a born and raised Montrealer, I have always had a special place in my heart for Brooklyn, New York.  Memories of travelling to get there for shopping and visiting family are as vivid to me as if they happened yesterday. That said, I identify vicariously with any hip hop song or artist that makes reference to Brooklyn. 

I have missed Santigold's previous Montreal performances and did not want to miss the June 4 show at Metropolis.  In retrospect, I really must not have wanted to miss it because I was at the venue nearly an hour before show time.  The goal was to be there early enough to catch the show and to buy a copy of either Santogold or opening act Amanda Blank's music in the lobby.  To my disappointment and possibly others, the only music available for purchase was other opening act Trouble Andrew. 

I have seen Amanda Blank's name on blogs for months but finally got to hear her music.  Her lyrics were not very audible, but the sexual inneundo and gyrations were loud and clear.  I can well imagine just how graphic the lyrics are when I get around to hearing her recorded material. 

Trouble Andrew performed next with an original and unusual set.  I had not heard of them before, but discovered Santigold recorded a song with them when I visited the booth where their merchandise was sold.  I was hoping they would perform the song live for us, but it did not happen.  The crowd enjoyed Trouble Andrew as did I, in anticipation of Santigold. 

After Trouble Andrew's set, I ran into a former classmate who I had run into previously at another concert.  He said what most have said about Santigold.  He said that her debut was one of the best releases of 2008 and named individual tracks he was anticipating to hear live. 

My former classmate and I were not the only ones eagerly awaiting Santigold's appearance on stage.  The crowd nearly went into a frenzy upon seeing her.  Her attire was reminiscent of late 1980s Golden Era Hip Hop.  It was as if she were bringing the essence of Salt-N-Pepa, MC Lyte and Roxanne Shante to the present day or at least paying tribute to them. 

On the subject of songs waiting for to be performed, “Anne” was on the short list of what I burned and yearned to hear.  Amazingly, the live performance was as chilling as the recorded version.  That made me realize how and why she packed Metropolis that night.  “Say Aha” made everyone go wild!  “L.E.S. Artistes” was my introduction to her music and was nice to experience live. 

The song I waited for the most, that made my 2008 Best-Of list, that starts with the four magic words "Brooklyn, We Go Hard" that Jay-Z used to help make more of an anthem is “Shove It”. When I heard the song for the first time, it solidified my interest and respect for Santigold for many reasons.  The production of the song is incredible and the vocal delivery is spellbinding.  Lastly, the first four words of the song have become etched into hip hop history by a not necessarily a hip-hopartist from Brooklyn.

Steve Earle

Right now the popular music scene has seen a revival of country and folk acts. Oddly enough, a few older punk rockers are making some interesting strives with the likes of Drag the River, Tim Barry, Saw Wheel, Wayne the Train Hancock & Hank Williams III leading the way. Ask anyone of them who have influenced their music, and I’ll bet dollars to donuts, they’ll say Steve Earle. One of the greatest living songwriters on the planet, Steve Earle was in town on July 9th to bring not only his brand of rebellious folk country, but the music of his friend and mentor, Townes Van Zandt.

It was a seated affair, which at first seemed odd, but as he took the stage armed with a nothing but an acoustic guitar and a shining spotlight, it seemed only fitting that we sit back and take in the knowledge he was about to bestow upon us.

During the course of the evening, Earle explained how he met Van Zandt in 1972, and how shy he was to even speak to him. He recounted the story of how Van Vandt “took up the whole first row” at one of his shows and heckled Earle to play "Wabash Cannonball". Earle confessed he didn’t know it, but decided to shut him up by playing the Van Vandt song "Mr. Mudd and Mr. Gold".

Those in attendance were lucky to hear songs that did not make it onto his newest album Townes. Steve had picked 28 songs the night before recording for his 2-disc set, but was only able to record 15 songs for the finished product. You could hear it in his voice through the stories he would tell, that Earle felt Townes Van Zandt deserved much more recognition than he got, and that he was grateful to be playing his friend’s songs to a new audience every night. As Earle said, “Van Zandt was a blues singer”, but not in the traditional way of blues where you state the problem, repeat the problem, and come up with no real solution. Van Zandt said there were two kinds of music. “The blues and zippity doo-dah, and this ain’t no zippity doodah”.

Of course Earle also ran through his classics, tracks taken from 1986's Guitar Town, 1990's Copperhead Road,  1995's Train A Comin as well as many other of his releases.

The almost 2 hour set saw the crowd singing enthusiastically along to “Devil’s Right Hand” and “I Ain’t Never Satisfied”. Little can be said about this show other than inspiring.

So, please do yourself a favor and check out Townes, along with Steve’s other classics from his extended discography. Also feel free to dig even deeper into the Van Zandt catalog, you won’t regret it. Earle was spot on in every way that night, and hey... He even said our food was better here in Quebec than in Ontario. The man knows what he’s talking about.

Heaven and Hell

It is often hard to come up with the right words to describe heavy metal music. The words 'crushing', 'brutal' and 'dark' are often conjured up from the heads of writers… they are the go-to choices that evoke cheap imagery and simple cop-outs. Sometimes, though, these words are necessary evils that genuinely reflect the music, and in The Devil You Know's case, these words also manage to reflect the package as a whole. The word dark, in particular, matches the thematic qualities of the album.

Heaven and Hell (perhaps better known to the masses as Black Sabbath circa Mob Rules, substituting Ozzy Osbourne and drummer Bill Ward for the mighty Ronnie James Dio and skinman Vinnie Appice) have managed to put out 10-song set of semi-remarkable, though interchangeable tunes. From the very first beat of album opener Atom & Evil, the band chugs along at a medium pace, never speeding up or slowing down, moving as a singular, tired-sounding unit.

The big problem is the fact that H&H tread too deep into familiar waters, borrowing liberally from the three records put out while Dio fronted the band in order to make an album that is recognizable yet completely pedestrian, devoid of any true exploration that could make this release enjoyable. The comfort in the familiar is abundant, as drummer Appice's roomy drums and Tony Iommi's familiar guitar tone are immediately noticeable and identifiable to anyone who's spent 2 minutes with any of their prior records.

The theatricality of Dio's vocal delivery are in full force as he delivers the stories he's concocted, his favourite themes (mortality, the perils of the unknown and the questionning that comes with religious faith) humbly served up as if he were a priest in front of a jet black pulpit. The lyrics and Dio's delivery add a pseudo-mystical element to the music, a darkness that stands in stark contrast to Ozzy, the band's other longest-running singer. He and co-lyricist Bill Ward spoke of present problems through thinly-veiled metaphors, while Dio is head-over-heels steeped deep in the fantasy realm, a world of devils and magic, a world where stories are much more important than the facts they're based upon.

Iommi's seemingly given up on trying to re-find The Riff, the memorable and catchy piece of music that sets the tone for the rest of the song. He takes a backseat to Dio's vocal gymnastics, offering a musical counterpart that Dio's soaring vocals can match up with. Instead of anything truly original, Iommi instead serves up muscular slabs of sustaining chords and the occasional great solo. Workmanlike would be an apt description for his contribution to the album, far from the heights he achieved in the first 10 years of the band's existence, churning out riffs that defined a genre ('Paranoid', 'Iron Man', and 'Snowblind' are but a few) and instead resigns himself to hiding in the background, only coming out to shine during a few moments (the intro to '’Follow The Tears’' comes to mind).

It's not that this is a bad record, because it evidently isn't, it just has all of the markings of a band unsure on how to please themselves and their fans, so they stick to a familiar formula that doesn't deviate from prior material…creating a familiar yet boring release.

The Streets

 Everything is Borrowed is the fourth album from Mike Skinner aka The Streets. I actually heard about The Streets last year through a guy I worked with. He gave me a copy of “The Hardest Way to Make an Easy Living”, The Street's third album released in 2006. I immediately became a fan of this UK rapper and producer. I was excited to get my hands on his new album. It is definitely different from the last one. “The Hardest Way to Make an Easy Living” had a Hip Hop sound. This album has more of a pop sound, mixed with rock and old school jazzy sound, it's a lot of different elements which initially threw me off guard but suits his rap & singing style.

Once I got used to the sound I can honestly say I enjoyed his latest effort. I really like what he raps about. He talks about issues of love, spirituality, the earth & its environment. His song “The Way Of The Dodo” coins the issue of the global warming and points out in the hook “It not earth that's in trouble, it's the people that live on it.” 

Another song I like is “Everything is Borrowed” and it’s chorus of “I came to this world with nothing and I will leave with nothing but love...everything else is just borrowed.” I like that he can be deep and entertaining at that same time, which is something that I can relate to. It's definitely a good way to make the listener pay attention to your message.

Overall a good album, if this was a Limelight review it would get 3 out of 4 limes.

N.A.S.A.

So I'm sitting here with my headphones listening to what must be one of the most hyped projects of 2008/09. 5 years in the working, Sam Spiegel (related to Spike Jonze) and Ze Gonzalez (famous DJ) have rustled up the who's who of music, dead or alive: David Byrne, Seu Jorge, Karen O, ODB, Ghostface, Tom Waits, Kool Keith, Kanye, Lykke Li, Santogold, George Clinton, Z-Trip, etc. etc. etc. Basically, every conceivable niche represented by its respective master or artist-of-the-moment. Luckily, Spiegel and Gonzalez are very talented DJs and producers, and manage to pull together the huge array of sounds and styles into a coherent whole. Glitzy, poppy production values dominate, and the album bubbles with upbeat rhythms, big beats, and more samples and instruments than you can shake a stick at, while staying grounded in a funky, hip-hop sound. In fact, given the enormous scope and range of styles in this album, manning the boards and producing something so consistent is amazing.

Outstanding tracks:

"N.A.S.A. Music" - The LA Riots remix, which was released several months ago, bangs harder, but the album cut is on point. Putting E-40 with Tical is a pairing of 2 dons of contrary rap styles, and the result is fresh.
"Hip Hop" - Given the fact that the hip hop aesthetic is one of the most consistent elements in the album, this track is a no brainer. Mad head-nodding.
"Strange Enough" - A dead rapper, the lead singer of the Yeah Yeah Yeahs, and the westcoast crackhead rapper (still alive) Fatlip? Definitely strange enough, but oddly appealing.
"Gifted" - Kanye is suffering from a sever case of overexposure, but given his (succesful) schtick of latching on to the latest hipster fad (see: Santogold, Lykke Li), this track is actually one of the strongest on the album. Plus, I like to think (hope?) Santo and Lykke are here to stay...

Now for the bad: Where do Spiegel and Gonzalez fit in? Not only does it come off as gimmicky to have a "featuring" list that spans every superstar, but Sam and Ze's actual role in the music is difficult to determine. Manning the boards for an album like this is obviously a serious challenge, but it would be nice to have at least one track that is only their work. Hopefully, on their next release they trim the guest list and give the audience a taste of raw, uncut N.A.S.A. Ultimately, the album falls a bit short of the hype it garnered, but represents a feat of production and mixing skills and uninhibited ambition and exploration.

43 stars out of 51.

John Legend

As I got to Metropolis around 7:15 p.m., I noticed that the place was already packed. I still managed to get a decent spot not too far from the star that hung to the right venue wall. Around 7:30 the show got started with Devon Anthony (John Legend’s little brother) opening up for him. Anthony sounds a little like his older brother but with a different style; he has more of a dub reggae vibe mixed with a typical neo-, Chris Brownish R&B style. His songs were focused on acts in the bedroom and the women loved it. They especially loved when he took off his shirt to reveal a tight body (with built, tatooed arms) for his last song. It was perhaps a little cheesy, but it won over the ladies. The act didn’t do much for me and definitely didn’t win me over as a fan. It was an unoriginal move.

Next up was India.Arie. Miss Arie gets on stage and opens up with a prayer, something she likes to do before she starts the show. It’s actually one of her interludes from her newest album, Testimony: Vol. 2, Love & Politics. Instead of waiting until the end of her set to sing her breakthrough song Radio, the singer sang it first and after she was done asked the crowd who knew her for more than Radio, and a large portion of the crowd cheered. She then asked how many just knew her for the song, people who were too shy to admit that they don’t know much more about that, to stay silent except for one brave soul who admitted to it. India Arie, being in such  great spirits, said that it was all good either way and that for her performance, she would take us through her fourth album (Testimony Vol. 2 Love and Politics') and sing a few songs from her other three.

She sang a few songs from her new album and while singing "I am Not My Hair" from her third album Testimony: Vol. 1, Life & Relationship, proceeded to take off her wig, a large head full of dreadlock which she had a large wrap around. After letting out a big a sigh of relief from taking the hot heavy wig from her head, she brushed her short short hair and continued on with the show.   

The vibe of her performance was amazing. You could feel her essence, in-between the change of dresses and head wraps. For one of her songs she went into the crowd and rocked out with them. She also shared her talent for playing the flute. She sang "Brown Skin" and gave props to all the good men in the world. She really took the crowd on an enlightening journey.  At the end she brought her mother on stage, who looks much like it could be her sister, and then she sang. Her voice is amazing and you know where India gets her talent from.

After India was done I felt fully satisfied and looked forward to seeing John Legend for the second time.

After a reasonable short break, John Legend stepped onstage. The stage set-up was amazing: there were women dressed with long sparkly tops and shiny tights and long hair weaves. Legend came on looking dapper in black pants and short sleeve back shirt and white tie. He started things off by singing  "Let’s Get Lifted" from his first album, 2004's Get Lifted. He then began performing songs from his third album, last year's Evolver. He even paid tribute to Michael Jackson by singing "Human Nature". He also covered Bob Marley’s "Turn The Lights Down Low". He sang "Slow Dance" from his second album Once Again and brought a girl on stage to dance with him.  It was more of a slow grind but the crowd loved it and I’m sure that girl had a fantasy fulfilled with Mr. Legend. Both Devon Anthony and India.Arie joined John Legend on stage for a song each, both very enjoyable experiences.

The thing I liked about John Legend’s perfomance was that he didn’t perform his songs like the album. He made full use of his band and piano and gave the songs a new sound.

The show ended the same way like when he was here in 2005, which my friend at work hoped for and that was him performing in his black wife beater. For his encore he came on and performed the Grammy Award-winning "Ordinary People" from Get Lifted.   

Overall I enjoyed the show. It was a great, soulful R&B performance.

Megadeth

If anything, Megadeth mainman Dave Mustaine must be applauded for his workmanlike ethic. The rather eccentric frontman/guitarist lay down the 'deth moniker earlier on in the millenium, only to decide to reform with new members for a pair of highly satisfactory albums (2004's The System Has Failed and 2007's United Abominations). These albums found Mustaine abandoning his desire to come up with "monster anthems"/hyper-accessible songs and instead become a veritable Memorable Riff Machine (patent pending). Both albums had great vocal melodies engaging songs and a the aforementioned avalanche of great six-string elements, so much so that nary  a track could be labelled "filler". It's too bad, though, that with Endgame, Mustaine has dropped the ball. The entire 45-minute record reeks of a certain brand of sameness that's not outright unlikeable, yet somehow grows tiresome far sooner than you hoped it would. Lead single "Head Crusher" sounds almost indistinguishable than "This Day We Fight!" and "Bodies", with fast-paced riffing and a healthy dose of double-bass drum patterns. Upon multiple listens, one can kind of pinpoint differences in songs but it largely remains a body of familiar work, respectable though far from original. The situation's beginning to look a lot more AC/DC-like...
3/5

Corpus Christi

I'm sure at one point or another, everyone reading this has been swayed by an alluring sticker on the front of an album. It may be something simple like a highlight of the singles, or a description of what the band sounds like. In truth, I'm all for these stickers when they tell me what the band sounds like, because if I'm going to throw hard earned money at something, I want to know what I'm going to be getting. So, when I was at CJLO and saw a sticker on the front of Corpus Christi's album, The Darker Shades of White, proclaiming that the album was "for fans of Killswitch Engage, As I lay Dying and Atreyu," I got a bit excited. Granted two out of three of those bands have considerably slipped in the quality of their music, but I figured, "Eh, why not?" , and thusly took the album home.

As I was popping it into my computer, set to write a review, I decided to look at the names of the tracks I'd be listening to, so I turned the CD over, and I saw something that made me very nervous. The album was released on Victory Records, which I affectionately call "One Trick Pony Records".  

I don't know if anyone else has noticed this, but Victory Records has done a slow, downward slide from meaningful and progressive label to a sad shell of its former self, releasing three archetypes of albums. First, we have the generic hardcore, featuring such bands as Arise and Ruin, Emmure, and about one hundred other bands. Second, there's the "My Chemical Romance/Taking Back Sunday/emo-ish" bands encapsulated by Aiden, Hawthorne Heights, Bayside, Silverstein, Funeral for a Friend, and so on. Finally, there's Between the Buried and Me albums, which, let's face it, are in a class all their own and as (pardon the pun) progressive as Victory can muster. This is a bit simplistic, but sadly, not too far off.

So, you may ask, "where, if in any of these categories does this Corpus Christi album fall?" The answer is an old category which Victory knows all to well. While my back was turned, Victory seems to have added a fourth type of genre to their roster, and that genre is... (drum roll) "melodic hardcore", which really is only a skip away from the hardcore they'd been releasing as of late, and harkens back to when they were putting out albums from the likes of Atreyu, Nodes of Ranvier, and Refused. Now there’s a whole new group of these melodic hardcore gents on Victory’s active roster.

For what its worth, the band refer to themselves as a “Christian metal” band. But, unlike a band like Still Remains, they don’t make intensely overt references to their religion in their lyrics. In fact, their lyrics are rather dark with lines such as, “Humanity only breeds death, yet we continue to believe in each other“, and “The urge for escape, the taste of cold steel on my lips, the rope around my neck”. As we all know, nothing says Christian values like suicide and a deep seated hatred for all mankind.  

But what about the music on The Darker Shades of White? Where does the Cincinnati natives’ album play into all of this? Well, it hits all the right mixes of heavy, fast riff-age, the correct amount of double bass, and even provides ample amounts of clean, melodic and growling hardcore vocals. For all of these reasons, the album is pretty good. It is, as the sticker stated, comparable to Killswitch Engage, or As I Lay Dying. But, this album is almost too formulaic suffering from a copy/paste form of music writing which is all too common among all bands landing in the general “hardcore” bin.

Basically what it boils down to is if you really like melodic hardcore, specifically melodic hardcore that doesn’t really deviate much from other bands in the genre, then this Corpus Christi album is for you. Likewise, if you just have a passing interest in it, you’ll probably get one or two spins out of the album, but after that you’ll probably lose interest in it. And thus… “One Trick Pony Records” strikes again.

The Creepshow

A preface: This is why I love this city: after an hour of driving up and down unpopulated roads in the downtown core trying to find parking, I came to the conclusion that every road in Montreal I needed to use was blocked. It may have been an hour, it may have been half, all I knew is that I was late for The Creepshow. I mumbled to myself that I must’ve missed the first two opening bands: The Hypnophonics from Montreal and The Dreadnoughts from Vancouver as I slammed the door to my ’92 minivan and hiked up two blocks to the venue.

I finally got to the venue and as I paid for coat-check I hear the familiar chords of a song that captures my whole existence as a Montrealer. The Dreadnoughts: a bad ass 4-piece Celtic punk band from Vancouver, equipped with hard-hitting drums, sly-guitar riffs, and a sweet-sounding mandolin, were playing the opening notes of Celine Dion’s “My Heart Will Go On”. It was, unfortunately, their last song but they left such an impact of me, not to mention to dancing crowd, that I haven’t stop playing them on my iPod since. But, the main attraction of the night was The Creepshow and, the excitement was definitely in the sweaty, venue air. The audience was filled with many pretty girls with perfect curled hair and boys with combs in their back pockets. It was a big party and kudos to The Creepshow for bringing it in the masses.

Then, your typical entrance begins.The lights dim down, the music gets louder and the crowd starts moving. The 4-piece set get on stage and Sarah Sin, the singer, comes rolled in on a wheelchair by the mandolin player of The Dreadnoughts. She stands up, unwraps herself out of a pirate flag and begins into the first song, “Run For Your Life”. The drums are thump, thump, thumping and the crowd is singing mercilessly to the ever catching chorus, yelling “run for your lives, no body is going to save your now”. It was complete debauchery. The ever so charming singer warmed up the crown by many sweet comments about our city. “Montreal, thank you for being Montreal” she exclaimed before going into the next song. The next song started off very slow with a capturing intro, “I’d like to tell a little story entitled... 'Zombies Ate Her Brain'”. About 30 seconds in, the song became mega fast, and crowd began to lose it. They got everybody dancing with this fast, sweet and short little number. It did not end their though. Sarah Sin called out to the crowd that the next one was “part of a dancing number” and she wanted to see the crowd moving. At this cue, the band got into their next song, “Shake”. The crown began to twist, thumb their feet and, as the song proclaimed, this got them shaking down to their knees. To this '50s-styled rockabilly tune the crowd began to crowd surf, ignoring the constant reminders from the security guards to abstain. The party hit its high note with this song but, little did we know, it was just beginning. For the next song the bassist called for a “wall of death” to which the crowd gladly separated. The song started loud and heavy. The mix between the bassist Hellcat's vocals and Sarah Sin’s was a great mix for this little bone-moving number. One the song began to kick-back, the crowd marched right into each other and the dancing party ensued once more. As the show began to come to a close, Sarah Sin invited the crown to “continue on the party” at Foufounes Electrique down the street. She showered the guest with many “merci beaucoup’s” and seemed very grateful to be playing. This transcended on the audience and not only did I have a good time, but the audience was very much into their last song. The band thanked and devoted the last song to STOMP Records, the whole tour and, of course, the crowd then, they delved into" Psycho Ball N’ Chain". This bass-thumping, drum-hitting, keyboard-bashing tune got the crowd on their feet and it was the perfect way to end (or perhaps start) a night of complete debauched partying. No matter how old you were, how high your pomp was or, how much leopard you were wearing that night, The Creepshow put on a show that night that got the crowd moving and they didn’t stop. I noticed myself humming the last few chords of the final song as I left the venue and marched down two blocks to my car.

Silversun Pickups, Cage The Elephant and An Horse

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I’ve been in love with Silversun Pickups since just before the release of Carnavas. I saw them for the first time at the 2007 CMJ Music Marathon in New York in the back room of Piano’s.  An intimate setting in which it was next to impossible to get in. Buzz was growing, and the band was just on the verge of breaking as big as an indie band can break now a days.

There’s something about Carnavas that really resonated with me when it came out. I love loud, swirly guitars, that’s nothing new, but for the first time in a while that year an album really spoke to me. I then latched on to Pikul and decided that while Silversun Pickups were not my favorite band ever, they were now the band that I would want to be in if I had any kind of musical talent. There was something about the music that made me picture myself playing it and really feeling that it belonged to me. I’m not sure anyone can understand that feeling if they are not a true music lover. 

The band then became a “Buzz” band and, instead of being annoyed, I actually felt rather proud that they “made” it— if you can really judge such a thing based on heavy rotation on alternative radio. Our Music Director, Omar, told me that he actually conducted the first radio interview that front man Brian Aubert did for the band, and that he saw them play a tiny living room show pre-CMJ 2007. Omar talked to Brian for a solid hour, chatting about love of music and feeling just as comfortable as if you were talking to an old friend. This is something that sadly gets lost in a lot of artists as they grow. I wondered if this was the case after the release of the band’s second album.

I unfortunately missed An Horse but saw them open for Appleseed Cast in New York earlier this year, so I can speak to the fact that they are quite good. We got to the venue half way through Cage the Elephant’s set, a band packed with youth and vigor. While the music wasn’t so much my thing (a little too amateur garage punk for my liking), the band had so much energy and love for what they do that I am confident that they will become tighter with time and grow to be bigger and better as they progress. I was excited to finally see a full set by Silversun Pickups having missed half the two times I attempted to see them.

The set started off a bit slow, I later realized because Brian played about five songs without addressing the crowd. However once he spoke and one could see how captivated the audience was, audience energy increased and so did the energy of the band. They played just about every song in their catalogue and were incredibly tight. Personal favorites included “Future Foe Scenarios”, “Rusted Wheel,” and their opening song “Growing Old is Getting Old.” I also hadn’t been to a show in a long time where every kid in the crowd wanted to crowd surf, and where every audience member was so unbelievably excited to be watching a band that they loved and to watch how the band responded to that. They played two encores and seemed to be so thrilled to be performing.

We did the typical band-fan-stalker-thing and went around the back to where the busses were so that Omar could say hi to Brian. Sure enough he was there and remembered Omar right away. We got invited downstairs to chat and I was so happy to see how nice, friendly, and grounded the band still is. Brian chatted with us for a while and it made me remember why I want to work in this business—to try to help the bands that really love what they do and do it because they love it. There’s something really nice about watching a band grow and succeed and the show really made me feel as though I was watching something special—and this is why I love music. 

- Katie Seline, CJLO Station Manager

 

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