
By Johnny Suck - Turn Down the Suck - 02/13/2009
The odd thing about The Planet Smashers is that I know they're a great band and I know I'll enjoy the show, but I never go see them. My guess is that it’s been at least 6 years since the last time I saw them. The thing that sticks out in my memory about that last time is that it seemed like I and my friend were the only two people in the audience who weren't dancing. Well this time I was flying solo, so take a guess how many people there were standing still…
Me not dancing isn't anything against The Planet Smashers, they're awesome, it's just dancing doesn't make sense. In fact, I have to give them credit for getting the-number-of-people-that-fit-into-a-sold-out-Club-Soda to do something so ridiculous. It really is impressive. Out of all the bands that I've seen live (which is a lot) The Planet Smashers have, by far, the best ability to get the crowd moving…
Anyway, The Planet Smashers delivered exactly what they were expected to: a nice, deep set of pure fun. What they do, they do well and the only surprise I can think of was the relative youth of the crowd. For a band that’s been around for so long, where were all of the old fans? I guess no one listens to ska after 20…
As for openers The Creepshow, they were, you know, alright. The only really negative thing about them was the singer's lame stage banter. The keyboardist and bassist were both pretty funny though, it's too bad that the singer didn't leave the talking up to them - but being the hot chick of course she's going to be the face/voice of the band. As for what actually counts - the music, I have no complaints. Not being familiar with them, I was expecting them to sound somewhat… creepy (come on, they're called The Creepshow!), but they didn't. That was pretty surprising. I would have preferred some creepiness/darkness over their pure upbeat poppiness, but that's just me. Despite not being their target audience, I still didn’t mind standing there for the duration of their set.
Tune into Turn Down the Suck with Johnny Suck every Wednesday from 9PM - 11PM

By Jake Wenzel - The Incinerator - 02/18/2009
Back in 1994 Cynic released their debut album, Focus, one of my favorite albums of all time, and one of the albums most important to the development of intelligent progressive metal. They are often credited as being the first band to successfully merge jazz fusion with death metal, and are without a doubt some of the most virtuosic musicians to ever grace the metal scene. But as is all too common for bands that make challenging and truly progressive music, the importance of what they had done was not understood until many years later. After Focus, Cynic disbanded for the better part of 13 years and the members of the band turned their energies towards various progressive rock projects. They decided to resurface for old time’s sake in 2007 to do a reunion tour, and the major outpouring of fan support and excitement led to a headlining spot on the Wacken: Open Air festival in Germany. Cynic went from being booed off the stages of tiny clubs to headlining the biggest metal festival in existence- and all without any self-promotion or activity on their part. The fans finally got it, and now that they have it they’re crazy about it.
This tour they’re supporting their latest album, Traced in Air, which was released in late 2008. Most people seem to agree that it’s not quite as good as Focus, but it’s possible that it’s just even more difficult to understand. The two albums differ in what they’re trying to accomplish: the tracks on Focus are composed around psychedelic, dynamic melodies, whereas Traced in Air makes use of frequent and abrupt changes in mood and tempo, juxtaposing harsh dissonance with cosmic ambience. Regardless of what you think of the album, the new songs are very well suited to Cynic’s live performance style and sounded amazing at the concert.
In contrast with most technical metal bands which attempt to make their live sound as identical as possible to their album, Cynic is solely concerned with capturing the vibe of their songs. As mentioned above, this approach worked well for the songs off Traced in Air. They sounded beautiful- that’s really all there is to say. That whole part of the set was a beautiful wall of psychedelic sound. The tracks they played off Focus were also awesome to behold, but the looser approach didn’t work quite as well and certain parts came across as being somewhat sloppy. Despite this, the crowd was very into the whole set, and even seemed to appreciate frontman Paul Masvidal’s hippy proclamations about how attachment to ego is a form of psychic violence, as well as various pieces of wisdom about the importance of cosmic love and being receptive to positive spiritual vibrations.
This is my second time reviewing a Meshuggah concert for CJLO, so instead of putting the band and their new album into context I’ll just cut to the chase: the show was perfect.
The entire show was filmed for a DVD, so the sound engineers really took their time to do a thorough sound check- it was at least 45 minutes long- but it made everything sound unbelievably good, and the mixing just kept getting better as the night went on. It was so good; in fact, that with this performance I would say Meshuggah is even better live than on CD.
All of the guitars but particularly the bass had an amazing tone- like primordial swamp sludge. It sounded similar to something you’d find on old Primus records, except instead of sturgeon fishing it conjures up images of the primordial cosmic sea and the emergence of consciousness from cosmic chaos- which is of course exactly what Meshuggah is lyrically concerned with and experientially trying to produce. They create the kind of soundscape that you can feel reverberating throughout yourself, offering to carry you to a higher plane of existence.
Meshuggah and Cynic are perfect bands to put together on a tour bill for exactly that reason. Both bands are into promoting philosophical and spiritual progression, and try to use their music to create the experience of transcendence. Cynic comes at it from a positive direction, whereas Meshuggah comes at it from a much darker place, and together they balance each other out extremely well.
In my last Meshuggah review I noted that the crowd was very aggressive and there were quite a few people clearly out to hurt others, but this show was completely different. Maybe it was all the hippy talk, but despite filming for a DVD (which usually makes crowds crazier) everyone was extremely relaxed. I even had a guy apologize to me for slightly bumping into me. I’d say it was one of the best crowds at any show I’ve been to...people were just there to enjoy the music.

By DJ Solespin - Eclectricity - 02/04/2009
Months ago, I found out about the young singer with an unusual name. The Youth Novels CD arrived at CJLO and I was not very impressed after the initial listen. I had a feeling there was something to her judging by how her name appeared on charts and lists I came across. In a discussion with a colleague, he mentioned her live performances are "off the hook." When the opportunity came to see her at Club Soda on February 4, I took it in the hopes of learning what the big deal about Lykke Li was.
The opening act, Wildbirds and Peacedrums, did not move me much. The male and female duo's unstructured music however made more of an impact on those closest to the stage. The only benefit of their cacophony was the cathartic effect it had on me near the beginning of the night. Their music represented my mood while waiting for Lykke Li.
The random playlist provided by the resident Ipod or mixed CD was a much needed and welcome relief from the opening act. The sounds of Bruce Springsteen, Booker T. & MG`s, David Bowie and Desmond Dekker seemed to put the audience in the right mood for Lykke Li. Those songs served more as an opening act than the opening act.
The time came for Lykke Li to take the stage. Both the crowd and myself were anticipating her arrival. I was very eager to experience what was to come. In my review of the Herbaliser show, I said that I was not familiar with their music and used the crowd reactions to get an understanding of what could be important Herbaliser tracks. Within a short period of time, I went from an observer to a participant and contemplated moving closer to the action.
The crowd was energetic and receptive to Lykke Li. Club Soda seems to provide the ideal climate for performers and audience. Her energy and presence seemed to fuel the crowd. The energy and anticipation was so high that the crowd exploded into applause before the song's end on many occasions.
As mentioned before, certain tracks off her Youth Novels CD created more reaction than others. In the midst of one of the songs, a young lady told me we were grooving to "Breaking It Up" after I asked her. "Complaint Department" needed no consultation and caused the most damage upon impact.
Wildbirds and Peacedrums joined her on stage for one of her songs. That was almost a redeeming factor for them. It was nice to see them with Lykke Li and nearly made me forgive what they did earlier.
Near the middle of the show, Lykke Li apologized for her voice and compared it to one of a popular Southern rapper. Never at any point did she give the impression she was ill. She did the opposite which is what a performer is supposed to do. Little did we know that was going to signal the beginning of the end of the night.
At the end of the show, her voice seemed to have broken and cracked mid-song and she blamed the gruelling tour schedule for her condition. The crowd naturally wanted an encore and it seemed highly doubtful there would be one. Magically, the four performers returned to the stage for a final number. There was something bittersweet when they took the stage. The bittersweet feeling was expressed in the final song of the night. She and the band did a stripped down cover of A Tribe Called Quest's "Can I Kick It". I was touched she returned to the stage and of all songs to cover, she chose that one.
Ideally, the concert should have been fifteen to thirty minutes longer. Perhaps that will happen when she releases her next CD. I was contemplating writing a Youth Novels review, but I have written more than enough on her now. Follow my example by checking out the CD and her live performance whenever you can. Hopefully she will be at full strength at that time. There is one thing that is certain though: we might see each other at the front of the stage or I could tell you the name of a track making us groove.
Tune into Ecelectricity with DJ Solespin every Saturday from 6PM – 8PM
By R. Brian Hastie - Countdown To Armageddon - 01/15/2009
Theory Of A Deadman is no one's favourite band. I'm glad I got that statement out of the way at the onset of this review, as I feel like it accurately describes the concert experience I recently flung myself into.
However, if Theory Of A Deadman is no one's favourite band and TOAD's a shitty copy of a shitty idea (Nickelback) about what rock and roll should be, then where does that leave its fans? What kind of people flock to Le National to witness such Canadian lite rock staples like “Gasoline” and “Santa Monica”?
The idea behind the excursion was to gauge what, exactly, made TOAD (which, incidentally, is an apt acronym, fitting for the music I was subjected to) fans tick. Were they entranced by the run-of-the-mill musicianship and songwriting, did the shatteringly hollow lyrics ring true for people? Was it their (non) explosive stage show that made people fall in love? All of these questions were left very unanswered, even after mingling with several attendees.
In true scientific fashion, I quizzed people about their reasons for attending the show before the proceedings got underway. The most common one I got was that the music was "enjoyable" and "somewhat catchy", that the vocalist seemed to have a "good voice" and that they had nothing better to do on a Thursday night in January, and that the price for tickets was just about right. The room was still largely empty as I continued to make my way around it.
I switched gears. "Would you say that Theory Of A Deadman is your favourite band?" I advanced the theory, hoping to give the people I informally interviewed an out. Not one of the ten people I talked to answered in the affirmative. They were people's third or fourth choice, generally, after heavyweights like Nickelback (oh the irony), U2, Metallica and Pearl Jam. No surprises there, unfortunately. Just as I was about to probe more, the lights dimmed and the evening's musical entertainment got underway.
The Rev Theory (who were last heard of as no-shows at last June's Heavy MTL metalfest) put up an uninspiring opening slot. Lead single "Hell Yeah" inspired a few scattered cheers and generally the crowd was very receptive to a band that seemed like a tepid mix in-between latter-day Papa Roach and Buckcherry, only blander, with neither band's penchant for irking out an enjoyable song once in a while.
The sauntering and fake sense of danger that most bands try to create (using the f-word repeatedly, snarling menacingly and trying to come off hard as nails) continued to crumble as at one point during their set they launched into a half-heated cover of Nine Inch Nails' “Head Like A Hole”. The band generally tried to stir up a true sense of high energy (the singer, at one point, wandered into the crowd) but it felt trite and soon déjà vu set in.
The headliners hit the stage a half-hour after Rev Theory cleared out and started with “Crutch” and it was all boring stage banter and same-sounding songs for the rest of the evening. As boring as Rev Theory came off as, TOAD were even better at sapping up the crowd's energy. Singer Tyler Connoly seemed jovial enough, but lacked the presence of a true frontman as he juggled in-between singing and playing rhythm throughout the night's set, unsure which role suited him better. In the end, neither did, as he fulfilled both roles marginally well.
Being forced to listen to FM radio at work, I came to recognize some of the band's singles – they were better in a live setting, but still leagues below being able to redeem the songs as listenable in a non-forced (read: non-radio) way. The best thing I can say about their show was the fact that they had a competent light show. The band played songs from all three releases, favouring none and trying to make fans of their discography happy. “Better Off” got a surprisingly loud response as the mostly mute audience refrained from doing much of anything. The tossed-off encore of “Santa Monica”, “Bad Girlfriend” and “Hating Hollywood” put a merciful end to a night that would be best chronicled as forgettable.
Tune into Countdown to Armageddon with Brian every Thursday from 4PM – 6PM

By Classi Assi - Go Funk Yourself - 02/17/2009
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.
Tune into Go Funk Yourself with Classi every Tuesday from 12PM - 2PM

By Lady Oracle - The Limelight - 09/15/2008
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.
Tune into The Limelight with Lady Oracle every Saturday from 4PM - 6PM

By Christine Lariviere - The Lonesome Strangers - 01/17/2009
On Saturday, January 17th, I took the 55 bus through the frigid, negative-something weather, and wound up in front of Metropolis to be greeted by a swarm of black t-shirted, long haired fans -the tell tale signs of any self-respecting metal show.
Cradle of Filth, formed in 1991 and hailing from Suffolk, England, took the stage with their usual barrage of theatrics: a projection screen of flickering images rife with sexual, morbid, Satanic and Christian references, a dancing woman with industrial sparks spewing from her wrist, a skeleton dangling from the mic stand, and gothic torches.
However, all these things take a backseat to lead singer Dani Filth’s presence. Standing on several inches of platform boot and draped in a long leather skirt, the frontman is one of the few performers out there who manages to maintain theatrics throughout the entire show. Even during stage banter, Filth speaks in a vocal affectation that can only be described as a demon about to burst into laughter. However, Filth’s platform-shoed trip on the stage stairs (almost resulting in a full-on face plant) early on in the show reminded fans that he is only human, after all.
Ironically, Cradle of Filth’s self-aware, over the top attitude does not at all stifle their true sincerity and love for their fans. “It’s good to be in Montreal,” growled Filth, “Despite the shitty fucking weather.” Later, before playing crowd favorite “Nymphetamine”, the lead singer dedicated the song to “all the pretty women in Montreal.”
Though they do not play the tightest of sets, it is arguably the band’s unique blend of lyrical goth-metal, coupled with their self-aware, clichéd dark theatrics and actual love for what they do, that generates many die-hard Cradle of Filth fans. Fans, like the friendly Halifax-local who sat next to me and excitedly told me about the long hours he’d driven to see Cradle of Filth live (since “they don’t visit the Maritimes much”).
The band played about ten songs that night. They lead off the show with “Shit Out of Hell” and went on to play many favorites such as “The 13th Caesar” and “The Principles of Evil Made Flesh” (off their 1994 debut album of the same name.) Dani Filth’s bird of prey-like shrieking and calmer, melodic sequences had fans moshing or swaying virtually the entire time, creating a constant air of excitement and energy. When their set was done, the fans had clearly not had enough and cheered on until they played two encores: “Her Ghost in the Fog” and “From the Cradle to Enslave”.
The show was supported by a solid, Norwegian black metal set from fellow Roadrunner-signed Satyricon (named after a Latin book of prose and poetry.) Created in 1990, Satyricon is currently promoting their seventh album, The Age of Nero, which was released in November 2008.
Also promoting their seventh album, Communion, was Septic Flesh. This symphonic metal band was formed in 1990, in Athens, Greece. Septic Flesh set the tone for the rest of the evening by separating the crowd into two groups, and, at the beat, having them merge together to create a massive clash of excited moshers.
Tune into The Lonesome Strangers with Christine every Sunday from 4PM - 6PM

ByPaul Brown - The Go-Go Radio Magic Show - 01/14/2009
The thing about side-project bands is that they are always a gamble the first time around…and when gambling, the outcome can go one of three ways: win big, lose bad or come out even. The latter is how it was last night at the Green Room when Nickel Eye pulled into town to kick off their North American tour. Given the fact that their debut album, The Time of the Assassins, will only be released on Jan 27th (and I haven’t had the chance to hear an advanced copy either), it was -30° outside and the show hadn’t been overly advertised, breaking even isn’t such a bad thing.
Nickel Eye is a clever play on words for The Strokes’ bass player Nikolai Fraiture’s side project. While the hiatus following the last album and tour for his main day job began to drag on, Nickolai hooked up with the UK band South and recorded some demos in London. Taking the songs back across the Atlantic, he enlisted the help of some New York musicians/friends (Nick Zimmer of Yeah Yeah Yeahs and Regina Spektor) and finished the album. Completely written and produced by Nikolai, Time of the Assassins, is a departure from the Strokes upbeat post-punk sound. Rooted in the songs of Leonard Cohen, it is much more influenced by the 60’s Greenwich Village folk sound than the 70’s Lower East Sides music scene. Now this may not be the best description of the album, but as I’ve already said, I have yet to be able to sit and give the album a proper listen … but since this is a review of the show and not the album that isn’t something I’m going to worry about.
The fact that I gave the show a “breaking even” rating isn’t to say that the music wasn’t good, it had more to do with other factors that kept it from being a stand out show. First was the fact that it was the kickoff show of the tour and it felt like it. While the songs were okay, it just seemed like the band had not had enough time playing them to inspire an audience that has yet to hear them. It was more like a dress rehearsal than a proper show. Adding to the problem was the fact that even though the Green Room was pretty full, most of the audience seemed like they had come to see a member of the Strokes rather than Nickel Eye. This is something that is going to happen when you begin a tour two weeks before the album comes out and you are mostly known for being the quiet member of the band who at the turn of the century were christened the saviors of rock. Singer-songwriter folk rock isn’t going to get much of a response from people expecting The Strokes hits like “Last Nite” or “Hard to Explain”. At one point early on, Nikolai even mentioned the lack of energy in the room by commenting “You can cut the silence with a knife,” that got a few snickers but didn’t solve the problem. All of this added with the Wednesday night slot, the aforementioned -30° and the drive through a snowstorm in the Adirondack Mountains to get here, the show was in a bad spot from the start.
That’s not to say that there weren’t any highlights. The first single Brandy of the Damned is the closest thing to a Strokes song Nickel Eye has. It could easily be an out-take from Room on Fire or First Impressions of Earth, with its weird Gypsy/reggae beat and jangly guitars. Back From Exile, which is the B-side to Brandy, is a Dylan-esque folk-rock song that could easily have been released as a single on its own strength. My personal favorite Nickel Eye song of the night was probably Providence, R.I., a song rooted in the memories of visits to his Grandfather’s place in the woods of Rhode Island. In fact it was the one song that was shouted as a request from someone a few songs into the night. Deciding to stick to his pre-arranged set list Nikolai reassured the audience member that it was coming up and adding “this is all we got.” The best song of the night had to be the cover of Nico’s classic track These Days. I hate to say that the best song of the night was a cover, but when you have the foresight to pick such a perfect song that works with both your folk-noir sound and your New York City connection, then it isn’t a negative, is it?
All in all I give Nikolai credit for doing his own thing and not just trying to recreate The Strokes. These are his songs and his musical statement. For the quiet one to step out of the shadows and pick up a guitar and harmonica takes guts. Had the album been out a while and the band been able to have a few more shows under its belt, then this show would probably have rated higher for me. Then again all things are relative, since a girl named Claudia told Nickel Eye on their myspace page that it was “the show of a lifetime.”
Tune into The Go-Go Radio Magic Show with Prince Palu every Friday from 6PM – 8PM

By Omar Goodness - Hooked On Sonics - 03/22/2008
The last time I saw the Raveonettes was when they were touring behind their sophomore full length, Pretty in Black, with LA noisepop trio Autolux. While I’ll admit I went primarily for Autolux (who are probably, and pretty much a well known fact around these CJLO halls, my favourite band currently), having the Raveonettes on the bill was an added bonus, as I was a fan of their Jesus and Mary Chain knock off songs. It was pretty much a dream show for anybody who likes their pop songs covered in white noise, fuzz, feedback, and the occasional droney rhythms, and the Raves were spot-on that night - bubbly, buoyant and loud.
Since then, some things have changed for the Danish duo of Sune Rose Wagner and Sharin Foo. The last time they were here, they had a full backing band (drummer, bassist and guitarist) which provided some loud and dense versions of their recorded output. This time, as they premiered on their stint at SXSW earlier, they’ve decided to strip things down to just Wagner and Foo on guitar, and a stand-up drummer (snare, floor tom/bass drum, and one cymbal only), giving another nod to the early setup of the Jesus and Mary Chain. While they did employ the use of sequencers for added fuzz and bass sounds (I think Foo only picked up the bass on one song), it didn’t sound too phony, and it also didn’t seem like they were relying too much on sequencers or laptops (*ahem* Jesu.) While I’m not a big fan of live sequencers, they actually pulled it off nicely, and Wagner and Foo managed to coax enough searing shards of white noise from their stockpile of pedals that pretty much proved that as a 3-piece they’re just as noisy as they were as a 5-piece.
New songs from their latest, and best album, Lust Lust Lust were enthusiastically received, especially “Dead Sound” and current single “I Want the Candy”, while older songs like “Great Love Sound” and especially “Attack of the Ghost Riders” got a fervent (fist pumping…I kid you not) response from the crowd.
Not necessarily the most energetic (already having cancelled one date in Detroit and apparently appearing extremely exhausted at the Toronto show the night before), the band seemed to be still shaking off some of the mental and physical cobwebs brought on from playing a ridiculous amount of shows at this year’s SXSW festival in Ausin, Tx. That being said, they did have enough energy in their system to put on a solid show, and were probably feeding off of the excited Saturday night crowd. As well, the subdued atmosphere of black clothing and soft red lights seemed to help with providing a more laid-back feeling to the show, rather than making the trio look tired.
Leaving the crowd happy, they ended their set with a great take on Stereolab’s “French Disko” and then finally with a searing rendition of Lust Lust Lust’s opener, and one of my fave songs of the year so far, “Aly Walk With Me”, complete with two extended white noise freakouts that you could feel deep in your ear canal. That was some next-level brain tickling, I tell ya (hehehe, I remember playing this song for CJLO Program Director Brian Joseph and having him cover his ears…not a big fan of the white noise freakouts, that man…).
As for the venue, I’ve never seen a show at Les Saints, and had just been told it’s usually too big for the shows booked there. Luckily for the Raves, the show was pretty well attended, and the hall, which basically looks like an oversized basement, surprisingly had pretty good sound. Asides from an exit-line that pretty much bottlenecks near the coat-check area (*cough* fire hazard *cough*), it’s not a bad venue for shows.
Anyhow, end result? Not a bad show at all. Nothing too special, but a pleasant performance nonetheless…and I at least got my white noise fix for the week, giving me some cloudy hearing post-show for a few minutes…yeeeah, totally worth it.
Tune into Hooked On Sonics with Mr. Goodness every Tuesday from 6PM – 8PM

By Omar Goodness - Hooked On Sonics - 06/06/2008
If you’ve ever tuned into my show, you’re probably well aware of my love for Sugar, Husker Du, and all things Bob Mould related (loud guitars? Check. Huge power pop hooks? Check…moving on…) While Mould got the bulk of adulation for Husker Du and for his successful post-Du career as a solo artist and as a “modern rock” chart topper with the noisy power pop guitar maelstrom that was Sugar (arguably my all time fave band and one of the, if not the, band that took me down this “indie rock” path…yay, wasting time with music…sigh), Grant Hart was always regarded as the “other guy”. Sadly too, since Hart, who penned nearly half of Husker Du’s output (while doing the admirable task of keepin’ that zippy popcore beat behind the drumkit and singing), was just as good a songwriter during the Husker Du days – his Zen Arcade song “Turn on the News” was picked as one of the 500 songs that shaped rock and roll in the Rock & Roll Hall of Fame
So what happened to Hart along the way? Coping with serious drug addictions, a misdiagnosis of HIV, some one off records, a short lived power pop band called Nova Mob, and general burn-out-edness, he just fell off the map. With Mould generally together, the focus continued to shift away from Hart.
Then Hart made a small comeback a couple years ago. Playing small intimate shows with just him and a guitar, Hart was wowing audiences again with his charm and stripped down versions of his classics as well as new songs he was working on. Hart’s last visit to Montreal a couple years back, where he played to a group of devoted fans at Casa Del Popolo, was extremely well received. Unfortunately, I had to miss that show and was extremely excited to hear the Suoni Per Il Popolo organizers had secured him for a return appearance in Montreal for the yearly festival.
The real question comes down to - was it as amazing as everyone said the last show was? Sadly that didn’t seem the case. For some reason, things didn’t seem to click this time. Hart seemed confused at times, shaky, and at one point seemed to be rambling a bit on stage, sorta teasing/berating an enthusiastic fan. For some reason I just didn’t think the solo performer with electric guitar thing was working for him, wishing he had opted for an acoustic instead. All of that was having an effect on the crowd, who by the midway point of the set was either casually paying attention, or just zoned out, with only a few diehard exceptions still rooting for their hero right at the front of the stage, waiting for what were a few, thankfully, spirited renditions of Hart’s Husker Du classics, like “Never Talking to You Again”.
Hart has been visiting Montreal a lot as of late, putting the finishing touches on a new solo record he’s been recording at Hotel 2 Tango studios with Howard Billerman along with members of Godspeed! You Black Emperor, and has been telling everyone of the dedication and sincere professionalism of everyone involved. Here’s hoping a new, rejuvenated Hart will come out of all of this, and finally get the recognition he rightly deserves.
Tune into Hooked on Sonics with Mr. Goodness Every Tuesday from 6PM – 4PM