By Rebecca Munroe - Charts & Crafts - 11/23/2008
In a split second it looked like it could be 1992 when Chris Cornell took the stage Sunday night, what with the grey jeans and grunge like beige and grey plaid shirt he was wearing. Yet the song he started with, “Part of Me,” from his new, Timbaland produced Scream Album, is anything but grunge.
The new music the former Soundgarden frontman is experimenting with may sound poppy, but his voice is anything but that. When this pioneer of grunge from the late 80’s and early 90’s sang any song that night, it was with one of the most pure and profound rock voices around right now. This was never more evident then when looking around at the less than packed Metropolis crowd, when he played anything from his new album. They were just not buying it.
“Good to be back in Montreal,” he screamed early on, as he led into “You know My Name” from the James Bond flick, Casino Royale and the crowd loved it. However it wasn’t until he played “Outshined” from Soundgarden’s 1991 album, Badmotorfinger, that the crowd really went ballistic.
Cornell really did an amazing job at mixing it up throughout his show. He played music from all over his career. A prime example of this was a third of the way through, when we heard early Soundgarden tunes such as and “Rusty Cage” as well as the Temple of the Dog smash hit “Hunger Strike” mixed in with “Arms around Your Love,” from his 2007 solo album Carry On and Audioslave’s “Show Me How to Live.” It was easy to see what the crowd wanted during this set. Their love for Cornell rests with the rock sound.
Midway through, the band left the stage and Cornell picked up his acoustic guitar. “Hi, turn the house lights on so that I can see the people,” he politely asked as he serenaded the crowd with his popular version of Michael Jackson’s “Billie Jean.” It was at this moment that you felt his love for the fans and his craft. Throughout the show, he gave you a feeling that he was jamming in his basement with his best friends all around.
The only disappointing moment of the show was when he played “Like a Stone” from the 2002 Audioslave self-titled album, acoustically. It just wasn’t the same without that amazing guitar rift.
This charismatic and nothing but sexy rock star ended the show with “Spoonman,” only to come back and wow the crowd with an uncanny resemblance to Robert Plant in singing Led Zeppelin’s “Immigrant Song,” the first in a three encore set. It only proved that the rock in Chris Cornell is not going anywhere, anytime soon.
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By Adrian Warner - Eclectricity - 11/13/2008
I was pleased to learn I would be seeing The Herbaliser perform live at Le National this past November. I have known about Herbaliser for years, but not familiar enough with their music for my own liking. Prior to the concert, I had known of their production, their reputation for good music and seen their releases along my travels. A few months ago, I listened to a podcast of one of my favorite EVR shows and found out the guest on that show was Herbaliser DJ Ollie Teeba. He played tracks from their new release and talked about the changes within the group. He mentioned that Herbaliser basically increased to nearly half a dozen members, added a female vocalist named Jessica Greenfield, and became more instrument-based.
If I knew little about Herbaliser, that podcast helped prepare me for November 12. I arrived at Le National to see Canadian act Grand Analog spinning for the people in attendance. Grand Analog took the stage with an eclectic set of hip hop, rock and reggae music. Grand Analog did a great job of opening for Herbaliser. I feel they were a perfect fit considering how Herbaliser's music incorporates many genres.
Next was Herbaliser and they did not disappoint. True to word, the stage had six members on it and in the back of my mind, I wondered if the female vocalist would appear. After two or three funky instrumentals, a tall brunette strolled on stage and sang with the band. I recognized a few of the tracks they performed from the podcast, mainly because they were the ones she sang on. Other than that, I was experiencing the new Herbaliser sound for the first time.
There was a decent crowd that night. It was not like the KRS show in March where it was shoulder to shoulder, but a good turnout nonetheless. Perhaps the weeknight performance explains why the venue was not more packed. I listened and looked for crowd reactions to certain songs, but there were no real peaks and squeals from the audience. If what I heard and learned about Herbaliser transforming into a Soulive or Sharon Jones & The Dap-Kings and them not performing their earlier material is what occurred, then that explains why the audience did not react to their set more enthusiastically. I am not stating the audience did not respond or appreciate the performance, but I feel that the others were experiencing this updated Herbaliser outfit for the first time as well. Many times after a song, the frontman on trumpet would have to rouse the audience a little. Again, that was probably because of the unfamiliarity of the crowd to the new group and sound. I realized that the audience was happy to see Herbaliser and hear good live music that night, even if they were collectively a bit subdued.
During the show, local rapper More Or Les joined the group to perform a track. I enjoyed the track but I would have loved to have heard his lyrics a bit more clearly. Near the end of the concert, the audience was so into it that they naturally asked for an encore. It would have been nice if they performed a more upbeat number, but it was still nice to hear more Herbaliser.
A special note has to be made about DJ Ollie Teeba. From an aspiring DJ point of view, it was particularly interesting to see him perform with the group. His technical prowess on the turntables fit perfectly with the musicians. During some tracks, he used the turntables as an instrument. The scratching and tricks gave an added flavor to the live instrumental performances. I hope to be able as skilled as Ollie Teeba on the turntables one day.
Herbaliser announced they will return to Montreal for the 2009 Jazz Festival. I will continue to familiarize myself with past and present Herbaliser music and hopefully will enjoy them then like I did that November night.
By Angelica Calcagnile - BVST - 11/14/2008
Ah, anticipation. I had been looking forward to seeing the Eagles of Death Metal at Les Saints all week and I was ready to rock. After the epic boneriffic stomp of Bison B.C. on Monday and the jawdropping spectacle of Nine Inch Nails on Wednesday (both excellent shows), I was excited to end the week with some swampy booty shakin' action. I wanted to dress up, dress down and get hot and bothered in a room full of strangers... not a lot to ask for on a Friday night.
My anticipation doubled when I recently read that Josh Homme had reaffirmed his commitment to the band, and was no longer approaching EODM as a side project to Queens of the Stone Age, his regular paying gig. My, ahem, "admiration" for the strapping 6'4" ginger Elvis isn't a closely guarded secret, so I was looking forward to checking him out live in the steamy basement setting of Les Saints. Sadly, that was among the first disappointments of the night..."Baby Duck" Homme was nowhere to be found, and I had to settle for slick-haired instigator (and other founding member) Jesse "The Devil" Hughes instead... not exactly a bum deal, since Homme's counterpart brings more than his share of charisma and entertainment to the stage.
But I'm getting ahead of myself. After all, there must have been some dynamic opening acts on this rock'n'roll bill, right? ... Right?
The show was billed to start at 7:30. This being Montreal, I took that with a grain of salt, but upon my arrival at 8:30 I found that I had missed The Duke Spirit entirely and some of Matt Mays and El Torpedo. (Un)luckily for me, MM&ET proceeded to play what felt like the longest set ever of the most lukewarm "rock" that I've heard in a long time. As a friend of mine put it so aptly that night, it's actually really great, and totally note perfect... for a beer ad. Ultimately, there's nothing terribly wrong with this band or the music they play. The guys are all very handsome and non-threatening. I'm sure they're just as nice and if you like guitar-based music that isn't challenging or sexually or dangerous in any way, this could be your new favorite band. That said there couldn't be a worse opener for the EODM. In fact, Mays' brand of rock is so generic, insipid and devoid of testicular function that I could feel the room wilting and going limp with every subsequent chord change.
Of course, that isn't saying much, since the audience was mostly composed of dorm-dwelling frat boys, the only correct answer to the question "who the hell would desire to see BOTH Eagles of Death Metal and Matt Mays?". Though the two bands couldn't be more different, EODM is perceived as a novelty, and the amount of "straights" dressed up in Halloween-y outfits at the show is testament to that fact. Joke bands tend to attract a lot of casuals, whose interest in music tends to be cursory, and it's unfortunate to witness this band being written off in that way, since musically, there's a lot more to EODM than some might think.
The band proved that mightily that night with a rousing, rollicking and very satisfying performance. Hughes is a great entertainer, easily firing up the crowd with a stage presence reminiscent of Southern preachers, likely a by-product of his South Carolina roots. The rest of the band kept in perfect step, ripping and rolling through tracks from all three albums, although I detected a slight bias toward their first release Peace, Love, Death Metal - no complaints there. While the sludgy treatment on “Whorehoppin' (Shit, Goddamn),” and the stripped down encore performance of the slow burning “Already Died” in the encore were particularly satisfying, overall the band delivered exactly what I hoped they would - a sweaty, salacious, rip roaring time.
Sadly, I'm going to end this on a final sour note, although I recommend you read the last couple of paragraphs of my last review here, so that I don't have to repeat myself. This show, like the last, was at Les Saints, which, while not the worst venue in the city, consistently and inexplicably seems to attract the most inexperienced and ill-mannered people around. I'm not quite sure what's in the air down there, but every show there seems to be consistently populated by knuckle-draggers, wastecases, and weekenders, and frankly, I'm sick of leaving otherwise great rock shows feeling punchy rather than elated. It takes the focus off what we came there to do: rock out.
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By Beatrice Bernard-Poulin - The Kids are So-So - 11/21/2008
When the lights dimmed and a man who strangely resembled Cisco Adler started singing a slow song acapella, many in the crowd looked at their neighbour wondering if that was the next cool thing they should like. While that was only a sound test, the long-haired singer came back to the stage a few minutes later with the strangest assortment of band members: one who looked like a Hanson brother, another like a hippie, a pop punk and an emo kid, and a metal head on drums. A little before 8:00pm, Carolina Liar started their first song. Unfortunately for them, their whole half hour set drew a mixed reaction from the crowd. The bands’ sound – like The Killers gone way, WAY wrong – was not what was expected and wanted by the teenage girls present (and the odd 20-year-old boy and his girlfriend).
As soon as the drum tech brought out the drums that read “We the Kings,” the crowd went insane and when singer Travis Clark, with his trademark long red hair, made his way to the stage, the screams grew even louder. We the Kings’ pop punk sound brings nothing new to the table, but is still absolutely effective, and the band members’ energy throughout the whole set was infectious. Strangely, after only half an hour, the band members left the stage, just to be acclaimed by the chants of the crowd to come back. Clark’s call to stop red head extinction “which is bound to happen in 25 years” made the crowd scream even louder. Red truly is the colour of the day, as the popularity of the band’s “I Love Red Heads” t-shirt among concert-goers clearly demonstrated. If some people still needed convincing, they ended their set with their megahit “Check Yes Juliet” and the whole crowd started jumping up and down and dancing all while trying to capture most of the song on their digital camera.
Clearly, most of the people present at Medley were there for The Academy Is… When their banner went up on the Medley stage, the excitement could be felt throughout the venue. After We the Kings’ energetic set, TAI’s first song seemed to be slightly off, but that did not stop the bulk of the crowd near the front of the stage to start screaming – screams that would not stop until the end of the set. As soon as the song was over, things fell back into place, as well as singer William Beckett’s impressive ability to run all over the stage, jumping and shaking his hands while remained for the rest of the set. The band even dared a cover of Gorillaz’s “Feel Good Inc.” and while many in the crowd did not seem to recognize the song that did not alter their excitement. Beckett even said that this show was the best time he’d had in a while, a comment that, of course, drew a crazy reaction from the crowd. For the encore, Beckett played two songs by himself on the guitar, including a brand new song written only two weeks ago. The rest of the band then came out for more, and when the set finally ended a little after 11:00pm, kids rushed to get their winter jackets to go wait by the buses, hoping to catch a glimpse of their favourite band member.
By Joshua Mocle - The Kids are So-So - 11/06/2008
Like most good stories, this one started with an email…
November 5th 2008
From: Pirate! Steve Theo
To: Joshua Mocle
Do you guys (or anyone there) want to go see Matt and Kim tomorrow, or do an interview, or a phoner, or anything?
If you don't Josh can't come back to Pirate!
OK maybe I'm lying!
Or am I.......?
Now it just so happens I was considering attending this show anyway since I happen to think Brooklyn’s Matt and Kim are the most adorable thing since the invention of the puppy, but the prospect of not being able to enter the hallowed halls of Pirate Promotions again (along with their willingness to foot the bill) made me sufficiently motivated to get off my ass on a Thursday night and partake in some tasty dance punk goodness.
However, drone-filled, repetitive local openers Black Feelings proved to be a mighty big letdown. I suppose whoever put the show together knew that these not-so-bouncy Montreal denizens used a synthesizer heavily in their work (much like the adorable New York headliners) and that may have been what ultimately landed them on this bill. Make no mistake though; these guys were not the correct pick to warm up this particularly pop heavy bill. While I will admit that this guitar-drums-synth collective was certainly heading in the right direction, their Depeche Mode meets a very stoned Isis sound was still very far from perfect and required a lot more work. However, I would like to see what these guys can do in a year on a more fitting bill before I make my final judgment on them.
What followed Black Feelings is something I won’t soon forget, a riotous performance from the evidently “huge in Europe” Best Fwends (out of, of ALL places, Austin, Texas.) Now, I suppose the first thing one might notice about this dashing duo is that they do not, as a matter of fact, play any instruments. Their entire musical accompaniment came by way of an iPod (that they made no attempt to conceal) and while this may seem like a bit of a letdown it is made up for in spades by their entirely unique stage show. Utilizing colorful backgrounds and a pair of inflatable gargoyles, these two were startlingly reminiscent of Brooklyn’s OTHER pre-eminent Dance Punks Japanther at their very best (minus, of course, actual instruments.) While this description may seem relatively basic, this set was, in almost every way a “you had to be there” situation. Sometimes something is just so absurd that the human brain lacks the ability to properly recollect on it, and this situation was very much one of those. You’ll just have to track them down and see for yourself.
Headliners Matt and Kim took the stage with exactly as much fanfare and ostentation you could expect from a pair of adorable Brooklyn hipsters (named, you guessed it, Matt and Kim) who play dance punk…and by that I mean then came on, set up, sat down and started playing. Unfortunately I wasn’t able to catch their entire set, however I did manage to catch, amongst others, personal favorites “It’s a Fact (Printed Stained)” and “5K” as well as their new single “Daylight” (off their upcoming full length, Grand, out January 20th.)
For those of you not aware, these guys were handpicked by Mr. Keith Morris (of a little known band called The Circle Jerks) to support his band on last summer’s Fuck Yeah Tour. Unsurprisingly, all of the bands picked as support for that tour have subsequently had a GREAT year, although it remains to be seen whether the support of Mr. Morris and their exposure to packed houses across the U.S. this summer lead to that great year or if they were headed that way anyway. Regardless of the specifics, Matt and Kim managed to, in very short order; infect everyone in attendance with a strong, undeniable case of the smiles as their natural chemistry exploded into the room. If the guy and gal of Mates of State were just a little younger (okay…maybe a lot younger), I would imagine they’d both sound and act like these two. While they certainly don’t reinvent the wheel in terms of fast, danceable synth-punk tunes, they have certainly mastered the genre and molded it to form a sound that has become universally theirs. I can’t recommend them enough.
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By Sophia Linhares - Colour It Indie - 08/03/2008
DAY 1
Osheaga 2008 started off a little pear shaped, what with the immense crowd of high school kids in flat shoes. Aside from that the weather wasn't all that great either. Luckily it didn't rain as much as expected…just a few drops of water here and there.
Louis XIV was one of the first bands to hit the stage. They had great stage presence and played all their fans favorites. N.E.R.D and Plants and Animals played awesome sets as well. Though it seemed the audiences in front of each stage were in small numbers for the first half of the day; which was quite unfortunate.
The party truly started when Metric hit the mobile stage. They opened with their all too popular song "Dead Disco" and what perfect timing they had because that was when people really started rolling in out of nowhere. It was nice to see the new generation of neon kids dancing away on the muddy ground.
The vibe changed entirely from electro-clash neon dancing to the funky soul rhythms of Sharon Jones & the Dap Kings, which worked out well (who doesn't enjoy a little soul music?) It was tough for a lot of people considering that Duchess Says were performing at the same time on the MEG stage. Those who planned out the entire day carefully, were fortunate enough to see Duchess Says and still catch a good part of Sharon Jones.
Actually like many festivals everyone had their schedules in hand and a keen eye on their watch in order to get the most out of the entire day, which on the whole was not what you'd expect from Osheaga, although it was a fairly relaxing day of mildly good music.
Thank god for Iggy Pop, what an amazing show… honestly who better to finish off the day but The Stooges? Exposing all too much of themselves while performing. A memorable moment was when Iggy called the audience on to the stage with them, and of course all hell broke loose as bodyguards fought to keep people from jumping on stage. Still as always a small few made it passed them and partied with Iggy for a song or two.
There was the expected over hype of underage attention for The Killers, who topped off the night with a flair of lights and smoke. Let's not forget their endless list of catchy tunes that had the kids singing along and jumping the night away. Though they did do a great set, it was hard to follow an artist as renowned as Iggy Pop and a large percentage of the crowd had left after his performance.
DAY 2
Now Day 2 of Osheaga 2008 was strangely the opposite of Day 1. The crowd was three times the amount of people that were there the day before with far fewer youngsters, which was surprising to me even if I myself preferred the lineup of bands for Day 2. Maybe this was due to what a nice day it was. Even I got a little tanned.
The first band to really start off the day was The Kills. They drew everyone to the quiet nook in the trees where the MEG stage was hidden. This was the stage noted to be "the place to be" throughout Osheaga's short history. Maybe because it was one of the more intimate stages, perhaps for the cozy cushions and small tables to the right, or just maybe it was the wonderful smell of La Chilenita's tent selling empanadas and burritos for a small fee. Though honestly I'd say it’s due to it having the beer tent with the shortest line up, but who knows really?
The day was an overall hit with exceptionally amazing performances from bands like The Weakerthans; with their smooth melodic tunes that make you want to rush over to HMV and buy their album. The Go Team; who must have had the most colorful crowd of the entire festival. The Black keys, MGMT and CSS; who got the scenesters all riled up. As always, Broken Social Scene played such an amazing set with the wonderful stage presence they have every time they come to town. I have to say I had the most fun when Gogol Bordello hit the stage. If not for the bands crazy antics making me laugh, then for the great music. It was worth seeing the expression on peoples faces who didn't know them. They stared up at them, boggled and confused, but by the end they were clapping their hands and taping their heels to the song "Start Wearing Purple.” Unfortunately the band didn't play “Through the Roof Underground” which was one of their most popular songs due to the movie “Wristcutters”. None the less the band made up for its absence with two Asian go-go girls who kept running on and off stage. Finally, how can I leave without mentioning that Jack Johnson was the perfect person to finish off this beloved festival, with his folky beats intertwined with a reggae feel.
So over all Osheaga was a success even though many of the big names had canceled including The Foals, Eddy Grant and The Enemy, which did disappoint a lot of people including myself. We did have some surprises from the unscheduled bands that took their place though. It seems this year’s Osheaga was on a bit off a down slide from the ones before it. True it had its moments, yet nothing can beat the lineup of bands which were a part of Osheaga 2006 and 2007. They both also had far more bands than this year. I'm not sure what to expect for next year but I do have high hopes for Osheaga for it has already been one of those occasions some of us wait all year for.
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By Lindsay Wood - Through Being Cool - 10/04/2008
The Cure would have either puked or danced to the fun, upbeat tunes that Black Kids were pumping out at Their highly anticipated show at Cabaret Juste Pour Rire last Saturday.
The stage was overtaken by a whole lotta fashionistas when the Kids took over. They walked on in, uniformed by loud colors, cute prints, pointy-toed shoes on the men and big gold jewelry on the ladies. The cute factor was overwhelming.
Something about the clothes/music/audience combo made me smile non-stop throughout the show. Everyone there seemed to feel the same way as they sang along with the slightly whiny vocals from the male/female lead duo.
Head bobbing and awkward dancing filled the room as the band moved through the tracks on Partie Traumatic one by one.
The audience was even lucky enough to be graced by two new songs about a Canadian love lost. What is it about Canadian women being heartbreakers? We just happen to have something about us, I swear to god.
“Love me Already” and “Hit the Heartbreaks” had the audience CROONING along in the utmost uncoordinated, indie foot-stomping fashion that couldn’t have disappointed even if it tried. “Love me Already” even managed to sound better than it does on record.
The leading lady on keys, Dawn Wately, was the cutest front lady I have seen in a LONG LONG time. Her bouncing curls as she rocked out make her look like the ultimate rock star.
“I’m Not Gonna Teach Your Boyfriend How to Dance” almost made me lose my voice since as tired as I was, I found myself singing and jumping as loudly as the guy next to me that looked like he was on ecstasy AND about 14 vodka redbulls.
Just in case you are curious about what happened to him at the end of the show, he was still dancing/stumbling around next to the amps when the lights came on and security started kicking people out.
There is nothing wrong with a little hipster, electro pop every now and then. There is a lot to be said for a show you can dance your face off to and sing along to without coming home deaf and trampled.
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By Döc Holidæ - Phantastiq Cypha - 10/25/2008
Some may not fall for the big city and bright lights of NYC but when you’re waiting in line to see a concert at the Nokia Theatre, in the heart of Times Square, with all the energy NYC has to offer on a Saturday night… well it’s hard not to. Lady Oracle and I arrived to a huge line outside the theatre at around 8pm thinking we might be pushing it for a CMJ concert, especially since so many shows had issues with CMJ badges not getting in but luckily when the line started to move we got in and found spots front and center. I have to say I was amazed to see so many empty seats in the theatre moments before the opening acts were set to take the stage but as someone pointed out to me; this is New York, there has to be a million things taking place on a Saturday night. The show started with The Rhythm Roots All-Stars performing some classic reggae and hyping the crowd up for the evening and they did a great job. I’ve always loved when live bands back up hip hop artists and I dare say RRAS would give The Roots a run for their money. My favorite band member was the guitarist, with his un-coiffed afro and a guitar that looked too heavy for him to play, he still busted out with some of the most amazing solo riffs I’ve ever heard.
After RRAS did their set, B.O.B. took the stage. Hailing from ATL but doing his best to not sound like everything from the south, B.O.B. performs with a swagger and confidence that has you quickly singing his praises. Although he avoids the south, he can’t help but sound like many of his fellow ATLiens. Thing is I never really cared, he talks about not being like the commercial rappers but there isn’t anything wrong with commercial music that couldn’t be fixed with removal of big business. The best song he performed had to be “Haters”, which features a catchy hook and an almost children like sing-song to it.
Most shows in Montréal have really long horrible breaks between performances, so when B.O.B. left the stage I was worried that we the crowd would be standing there with nothing to do for an hour. I could not have been more off; within less than 10mins from B.O.B. leaving the stage, Little Brother came on and started off strong. This was my second time seeing Little Brother and both times were at CMJ showcases. The 2007 show, Little Brother shared the stage with Psalm-One, Evidence (of Dilated Peoples) and Brother Ali. In 2008 they may not have been the headliners but they are still on a solid tour. I really can’t remember any of the songs, they performed. It was a mix of smooth vocals and strong lyrics on top of the live band and the occasional preaching by Phonte on what real hip hop stands for.
After what seemed like the shortest pause in concert history a young man took the stage in a plaid cap and red hoody with Peter Griffin a la Che Guevara on it. I wasn’t sure who it was and I couldn’t recognize the voice either. Eventually the artist started stripping layers off the more he got into his set. It took me awhile but I came to realize it was David Banner himself! He had completely changed his look but was still representing Mississippi to the fullest. Eventually he was down to a wife-beater and jeans, with the Mississippi tattoo on his back shining through. It’s hard to describe his set because so much happened in the time that he was on stage. He fell backwards over a speaker, but also crowd surfed; all in the span of 10 minutes. At one point early on he ran into the crowd and kept rapping as if there weren’t a couple hundred people trying to grab at him. He also ran into the nose bleed seats at the back and later on climbed up the railing to the balcony and performed while hanging on with one hand. Needless to say David Banner isn’t just a rapper, he’s a performer. I don’t mean to take anything away from Talib Kweli but Banner could easily be the headliner for the Sony Hip Hop Lives tour. The best moment in the Banner set was when he asked the women in the audience if he should say the word pussy or body while performing his hit song “Play.” To my surprise most women in the crowd yelled out pussy and so he performed the explicit version. I like the fact that he asked first, because most performers would just assume that it’s ok.
I know I have one more performer to write about; Talib Kweli. The only thing is I don’t have anything to say that I haven’t said in my other reviews about him. Talib is all about hip hop, he loves it, he believes in it and for that reason every one of his performances is something worth seeing. I will say that when he started singing Bob Marley and the crowd didn’t react much, his reaction of “this is my shit and I don’t care if y’all ain’t feeling it” was perfectly justified.
All in all, the entire concert alone made the whole trip to CMJ in NYC well worth it.
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By Josh Mocle - The Kids are So-So - 07/06/2007
For better or worse, I thoroughly enjoy Rise Against. This is what I would have readily said 10 months ago. For most of last summer I listened to little but Chicago’s best politi-punk export of the last seven years and without any hesitation named their latest release The Sufferer and the Witness my number one record of 2006 (although Murder by Death was a very close second.) That having been said, my overt love for the band had been waning in the months prior to their two night stint in Montreal and I was more than a little apprehensive in regard to their performance at one of the city’s lesser known mid-range rock venues.
I had seen Rise Against once before, at the 2006 Warped Tour, and they failed to really draw me in. The rest of the show’s lineup had me worried as well. Current flavor-of-the-week screamo quintet Silverstein were providing direct support, along with the usually awesome but really out of their element Comeback Kid and some band I had never heard of out of LA by the name of 2 Cents.
I’ll never really know how well 2 Cents performed that night as when I entered the venue they were just ending their set with a particularly lackluster cover of NoFX’s classic “Linoleum.” I was unaware that bands outside of the local high school battle of the bands scene still covered that song, and I learned something that night. A quick set change later and Winnipeg’s Comeback Kid took the stage. This would be their fifth performance in Montreal in almost fifteen months, three of which I was in attendance for.
I can safely say that Comeback Kid are one of the few hardcore bands out there who have continuously impressed me both with their recorded material and their live performance and tonight was no exception. Most of crowd didn’t seem to be into them, but the band brought their own brand of slightly (but not overly) melodic hardcore with one hundred percent intensity. Seeing Comeback Kid play on a large stage with a steel barrier and perpetually perturbed bouncers between them and the audience is not the ideal way to take in their performance, but I was still sufficiently entertained.
Silverstein, Canada’s favorite bleeding hearts (next to Simple Plan of course) were up next. Given my dislike of the band I retreated to the street for most of their set. No band in the world has gone from my favourites list to my shitlist faster than Silverstein. Maybe that has something to do with the fact that, despite my best wishes, I’m growing up and no longer find songs exclusively about wrist slitting and crying over ex-girlfriends entertaining. Maybe it has something to do with the band’s overt desire to repeatedly write and sing the same melodramatic songs they know will get 15 year-olds to shell out their parent’s money over and over again. However, for the sake of this review, I made my way back inside the venue to catch the end of the seventh Silverstein performance I’ve witnessed in my time on this Earth (which, for the record, is exactly six too many.) Once inside I had the strangest sense of Déjà vu, mainly since I was seeing something I had seen so many times before. Sure, the band was slightly older now, but they were still playing the same by the numbers screamo they always did. The same sing-scream vocals, the same butchered hardcore guitar riffs, hell, even the same Goddamn stage positions. For what it’s worth, they did have those kids (and I do mean kids) eating out of their hands. The crowd was going nuts, singing along with every whiney word of it. For a moment I almost remembered what made once like this band as much as I did, but didn’t come close to making me like them now. Three years ago I would have loved this performance, but in the here and now I was just annoyed.
Once Silverstein left the stage most of their pre-teen audience, much like I expected, retreated to the back of the venue or left entirely. As the stage was set up for Rise Against, complete with standing light fixtures and giant curtain artwork I thought to myself “man, that Geffen money buys an elaborate stage setup.” While this by far was not my first major label funded rock concert, it always amazes me how much money is spent on something the audience will notice once, think is slightly cool, and then forget about. Don’t get me wrong, I am a huge fan of a band adding a little extra to their visual performance, but when all that extra manages to do is conjure up memories of the last Korn tour I simply don’t see the point.
That aside, once the band took the stage I was honestly surprised by the energy they brought with them. For such small guys (I think singer/guitarist Tim McIlrath MAYBE comes up to my chin) they certainly know how to be loud. It didn’t take long before I found myself singing along in the crowd (which now contained people who were predominantly closer to my age (along with the occasional pre-teener.) After about forty-five minutes of their particular political based post-hardcore (including this fan’s personal favorite track “Like The Angel”) they left the stage. At shows like this one an encore is pretty much expected, hence when McIlrath returned with an acoustic guitar and played both acoustic songs in the bands catalogue (the acoustic version of “Everchanging” and “Swing Life Away”) I was not so surprised. After this mini acoustic set I, along with many, proceeded to exit the venue. I retrieved my backpack from the coat check, and it occurred to me that the music I was hearing was not the house DJ. I rushed back toward the stage and saw that the band had begun their second encore. While this is a concept I had heard of, it was not one I have ever outright experienced. For all intents and purposes these guys were really giving it all (no pun intended for those familiar with the band’s catalogue) with this show, which was a nice surprise, seeing as this was not only one of many shows they’ve played this year, but the second one they were playing in this city in two days.
Why these guys waste time opening for Billy Talent and don’t headline more often is a complete mystery to me.
By Joshua Mocle - The Kids are So-So - 07/20/2008
You know the drill by now: it’s summer, and summer brings heat, humidity, mosquitoes and The Warped Tour. Give or take 80 bands stuffed into roughly 8 hours hitting all (or, at the very least, most) of the fair grounds, stadium parking lots and/or general wide open spaces of every major city in North America and only charging, generally, somewhere within the realm of twenty-five to thirty dollars. Starting out as an exclusively punk rock and ska tour, the organizers have branched out over the course of the tour’s fourteen year history to include metal and hip-hop artists, but also representatives from whatever subgenre happens to be popular on the internet that week; be it emo, rap-metal, screamo, pop-punk, watered down christian death Metal and, with this year’s inclusion of post-teen starlet Katy Perry, full on mainstream pop.
It’s no secret that since roughly 2001 the tour has been steadily marketed to a younger and younger audience. Every couple of years it takes more of a punk slant that appeals to older listeners (in other words every year NoFX plays and brings their friends along), but generally (this year included) its developed the reputation for being the kiddie emo tour with a few punk bands thrown in (for street cred of course.) This more or less hasn’t affected me since a lot of those kiddie emo bands are on MY iPod too. However, as I’ve gotten older, the bands I listened to as a kid have either broken up or have grown past the Warped Tour scene, which leaves the tour with a whole new wave (pun half-intended) of watered down whiny screaming bands that even the fans of the old watered down whiny screaming bands don't like. However, these bands have found a place in the hearts of a new generation of self-obsessed trust fund babies who like to feel bad about their perfect lives in the same way Silverstein and Taking Back Sunday did for the last generation (AKA me and my dumb friends circa 2004.) So as I wandered from stage to stage and observed the humongous crowds forming for bands I had never even heard of (and after listening to for a minute, wished I hadn't), I felt something I had never hoped to feel...
I felt fucking old.
So before I get to the actual review portion of this concert review, I’ll dish out two pieces of wisdom for those my age thinking about attending this tour in the future: one, no matter how hard you try to not grow up, this tour will STILL outgrow you (whether you like it or not) and two, when the number of people with braces dwarfs the number of people without braces at a music festival (or at any gathering really), it’s time to throw in the towel. Now all of that having been said the day wasn’t a total waste: the few post-pubescent bands that played ranged from pretty good to really fucking great and I also managed to observe some pretty terrible bands that made me think as well as took in some new and interesting (read: not sucky) performances as well.
Once I entered the park, I made my way to the oversized inflatable schedule board. Warped has maintained the relatively unique tradition of switching its schedule around every day of the tour. The upside to this, for the bands, is getting to play for different sized crowds depending on how early or late in the day they play (although there are, of course, some bands that are so big that everyone with a brain knows they will never play before five o’clock.) However the downside to this, for the fans, is never knowing when their favourite bands will play beforehand, which could potentially result in rushing to the venue at 10:30, finding out the band you came to see is playing at 6 and then, since there is no re-entry, getting stuck outside all day listening to music you may or may not like or the opposite; arriving late and missing whoever it is you came to see (I speak from experience on both counts.) I began to write down set times when I noticed that Ottawa’s The Riptides were playing at 11:40. Consulting my watch I realized it was 11:45 and quickly found my way to the Union Stage to catch the rest of the 25 minute set by probably one of, if not the most legitimate band playing that day.
Now, watching The Riptides play at The Warped Tour is pretty much like observing an Orthodox Jew at a Hitler Youth rally, but I guess the important part is that they knew that too. Playing to a crowd of approximately ten people, they channeled The Ramones and the other early punk greats with as much finesse and raw power as they always have, all the while dishing out comments like “I think my pants are too loose to be playing here.” Montreal was the only day of the tour they played and it was on an all Canadian stage that only existed for two days of the tour, so one could imagine they were doing it as a favor to someone, especially since none of the bands on that stage even got paid. Regardless of why they were there however, they still managed to start my day off right and insert a little legitimacy to the proceedings.
I want to take a moment to talk about the particular stage I just mentioned. Starting with last year’s tour, The Union Label Group sponsored their own stage at the Toronto and Montreal Warped dates and filled it with artists from the individual labels that made up the group (including, amongst others, Montreal’s Stomp Records.) Last year I affectionately named it “the ska stage” due to the vast majority of the bands playing on it being, you guessed it, ska bands; a trend that continued this year. In fact, other than The Riptides and fellow Ontarians The Creepshow and The Flatliners, EVERY other band that played the stage featured a horn section and upward guitar strumming. That having been said, it was the location of the most consistently good performances of the whole affair…and for those who know their mid-90s musical trends…that should say a lot.
The next set I took in was Toronto’s The Flatliners. The last time I saw them was actually on last year’s Union Stage and I said then that every single time I’d seen the band was a marked improvement over the last, and this year I can proudly repeat myself. I admit to feeling a bit of propriety over this band as I first got into them shortly after the release of their first record and watching them become more and more of a force to be reckoned with (as well as being one of the very few signings to Fat Wreck Chords these days) always brings a smile to my face. Their own semi-unique brand of ska/punk (which these days is more on the punk side) has become tighter, smarter and faster and the band themselves have come into their own both as individual musicians and as a unit. I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again, I absolutely can’t wait to see where this band will go since the potential for greatness is very much there.
I then found myself with an hour to spare, so I began to wander into the forest of tents that existed in between and around the ten stages. Including tents dedicated to each of the tour’s bands there were also representatives from such socially relevant companies such as MySpace and X-Box in addition to tents for Peta2 and something called “The Warped Eco Initiative” (which, near as I can tell, was basically just providing pamphlets on living Green and veganism, which may seem old hat to the older, environmentally conscious types I tend to associate with, but is rather important information to impart to the more or less new generation in attendance that day… so kudos to them for that.)
While I wandered, I also observed sets from Osaka, Japan’s Oreskaband and Dayton, Ohio’s The Devil Wears Prada. Now, while Oreskaband were admittedly a little odd, this all girl Japanese ska sextet brought a smile to my face and while they were pretty much just the Japanese Reel Big Fish, I was still thoroughly entertained by them. In fact, I can safely say that whatever I felt about Oreskaband, I felt the EXACT opposite for The Devil Wears Prada. Despite being one of the worst watered down Christian metalcore acts I have ever fucking heard (and I’ve seen Underoath…twice), they gathered one of the biggest crowds of any band I saw that day and were one of the most well represented bands on the shirts of the kids in attendance. How a band that sing a song about a fictional dinosaur (Reptar) from a 90s cartoon about talking babies (The Rugrats) AND throw said dinosaur all over their merch can be considered anything but the dumbest fucking shit in the world is beyond me. To their credit, they did know how to get those kids pretty riled up…though I’m pretty sure that isn’t a good sign of the road the industry is going to take in the coming months.
I didn’t get a chance to ponder this conundrum for very long, however, since the first band I was legitimately looking forward to seeing, Toronto’s The Creepshow, took to the Union Stage at around 2:30. I first observed this lovable quartet opening for Tiger Army earlier this year and have wanted to see them again ever since. Their own brand of rockabilly meets punk meets fifties doo-wop was consistent and dare I say even a little…sexy? Vocalist Sarah Sin’s smooth vocals along with The Reverend McGinty’s work on the keyboards are easily the highlights of the set, although honestly the whole package is pretty damn good. I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again: I can’t stand rockabilly (or psychobilly…or whatever other genre name is given to bands that rip off The Cramps) but I goddamn love The Creepshow…law of averages I guess.
Thankfully I was only subjected to around ten minutes of Pennywise’s set before Boston’s Street Dogs hit Main Stage Left (however, within that ten minutes they played a cover of Minor Threat’s “Minor Threat,” and I can ALWAYS appreciate some Minor Threat love.) Now, let me tell you, I wanted to see the Street Dogs, but I can’t honestly say I was really looking forward to doing so. Don’t get me wrong, there really weren’t any bands playing that day that I would have seen instead, but I wasn’t exactly bursting my sides in anticipation…which is probably why they blew me away as much as they did. I honestly didn’t know that band COULD be that good (and I’ve actually seen them before when they weren’t…and that was only a year ago.) Raw, powerful, honest and in a weird way, respectful…these are all characteristics exhibited by the band and their legendary frontman Mike McColgan during their painfully short set (and if you don’t know why he’s legendary, look it up…then cry at your ignorance.) Hitting tracks from their last three records, they kept the energy up and the good times roaring and also managed to avoid any serious hockey rivalry bullshit (don’t get me wrong…it was mentioned…but tastefully.) Now, all of the punk bands I saw that day made mention of how few of them were actually on the tour, but only the Street Dogs seemed to embrace that fact and turn themselves into representatives of the entire genre rather than the odd men out. This may or may not have been the reason for their excellent cover of Black Flag’s “Rise Above,” although they may have just done it since they’re just that cool.
Speaking of the few punk bands on the tour, the next full set I took in was from Los Angeles’ The Briggs who I’ve now managed to see three times in about nine months and who have, little by little, won me over with every performance. While they honestly haven’t gotten any more original over the last nine months and while I still think they really do sound a lot like the west coast Bouncing Souls, for the first time that was okay. There really isn’t much more I can say (other than they were, like a few of the bands I mentioned above, pretty tight and entirely entertaining.)
After taking in a short performance by local pop-punk darlings Winslow, I made my way over to see the reason I was even at The Warped Tour that day, the band I have cited as my favourite of all time on too many occasions to count and arguably one of the few bands that have changed the course of my life as I know it: Gainesville, Florida’s Against Me! Except you know what? They were SUCH a goddamn let down. Though, to be fair, while they played more old stuff than I expected them to, the vast majority of the set was still taken up by tracks off their now not so new, critically acclaimed major label debut New Wave. I guess this makes sense, since I doubt the majority of the people gathered to see them even knew they had any records before New Wave and probably thought “Reinventing Axl Rose” was a new song (a belief the band only fed by not selling ANY of their old records.) However, the overabundance of new stuff and new fans was in and of itself not enough to ruin the set for me, but the fact that they were clearly phoning in the majority of it was. Granted, they probably didn’t really give a shit about who came to see them on The Warped Tour and were probably only playing it again (they played it in 2006 and spent half of 2007 bashing it) since the label told them to, but that is no reason for them to borrow the “get up there, play, get off, repeat” mantra of bands they should be so much better than. It was completely obvious that their heart wasn’t in it, and that is not a characteristic I’m used to seeing from them and not one I ever hope to see again. They have a chance to redeem themselves when they come back in a month and sure as hell hope they do.
The Bouncing Souls took the stage immediately after Against Me’s set and managed to, in one short half hour, bring my spirits back up. Having been responsible for influencing the vast majority of East Coast punk over their twenty year history, I’m o ten surprised by how, well, young they come across while playing live. Sure, they aren’t the only old guard punk band still playing, but some of their peers (okay, let’s be honest, I’m talking about Bad Religion here folks) actually seem to have let the years take advantage of them whereas the Souls are just as vibrant as they always were. Which I guess proves that if you make a career out of being immature, you’ll stay that way (in the absolute best way possible.) For evidence of this, look no further than their acoustic, slowed down and ballad-ized version of The Misfits’ “Hybrid Moments,” which was not only done competently and honorably, but hilariously as well (and for those keeping count, that now makes three classic punk covers heard by me over the course of the day.) Also, due to what I can only assume was poor planning on the part of Los Angeles’ Say Anything, the Souls had some extra time on their hands, which they used to close out their set with fan favourite track “True Believers” which featured a guest appearance by Mighty Mike McColgan and which brought a smile back to my face.
At this point I determined that one short Reel Big Fish set was not worth standing in the now considerable amount of rain that was coming down for another hour (though I regret my decision now since apparently they were a lot of fun.) So I made my way past the way-too-long line for the Katy Perry signing and headed home. All in all I wouldn’t call my fifth consecutive Warped Tour a waste of time, as I did make a few poignant observations and took in a few “diamond in the ruff” performances, and both of those things are almost always worth doing (and watching the relatively young men of The Flatliners talk shit about other bands is also pretty priceless.) I’m fairly certain that this was my last Warped Tour (I mean it this time, damnit.) It’s time for the new generation to enjoy it and have their fun, because (contrary to popular belief) everyone deserves to be young and stupid. Besides, one day they’ll become old and jaded too, but I can honestly hope that I won’t care enough at that point to say “I told you so” (but, sadly, I probably will.)
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