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ARSENIQ 33 + Floating Widget + Wolfunkind @ Cabaret

By Johnnybot - Turn Down the Suck - 04/29/2005

This show had a bit of an odd bill. While both Arseniq 33 and Floating Widget are very good bands, they are completely different from each other. The contrast was a little too strong and the show suffered from it despite individually good sets.

France’s Wolfunkind were up first. Their sound was a sort of hard-rocking, almost metal, type of funk. While the term funk-metal would lead one to assume that a band sucked, Wolfunkind were actually pretty darn good. They were in complete control of what they were playing and presented it in tight little package. Wolfunkind were exactly the type of band that you’d expect to find opening for Arseniq 33.

Floating Widget, however, isn’t the type of band that fits with Arseniq’s style. This caused a bit of a problem, as the audience, who were there almost entirely there for Arseniq 33, didn’t seem to get it. At one point, I even heard someone explaining to his friend what “this new trend called stoner rock” is. Don’t get me wrong, Floating Widget is an awesome band, but they just didn’t manage to connect with the crowd. Besides that, the only other issue was that the vocals were a bit overpowering in the mix, but otherwise, it was a very good, very rockin’ set. The band played a couple of songs that aren’t on Praises –- it’s always a good thing to hear new material live. The song “I Wanna Be A Robot” was definitely a highlight of the night, as was the intro of “Resurrection”, which was pure desert rock magic.

Unlike just about everyone else present, I was there to see Widget, so there was some temptation to leave early since I was already satisfied. However, Arseniq 33 had just enough appeal to get me to stick around. Oddly, during their set, I had the weird feeling that I didn’t really belong there. I’m only a casual listener of Arseniq 33 and just wasn’t able to feel the enthusiasm that was spewing from all of their fans. I was left thinking: “Yeah, they’re good, but come on guys, they aren’t that good”. I do have to admit though that Arseniq 33 does deliver live. They’re super-energetic, frantic even, and were simply blazing. For example, their cover of “Ace of Spades” put Motörhead to shame; and surprisingly enough, the crowd actually slowed down during that song! For fans, it was an excellent set.

Overall, it was a good show, even if the sum of the parts was greater than the whole, if you know what I mean.

[Tune in to Turn Down The Suck Mondays 1:30pm – 3:00pm]

GOLDFINGER + The Bottom Line + Black Maria @ Club Soda

By Mikey B - The Lonesome Strangers - 05/01/2005

It is no secret to most people that know me that I love Goldfinger. So this review might be slightly biased since I’m getting the chance to review one of my favorite bands. For years, I’ve been going to every one of their shows and I’ve never left disappointed. I go absolutely berzerker, singing along to every song and I usually get the shit kicked out of me. Sunday night’s show at Club Soda was no exception.

As usual, I arrived to the venue late, and I caught the end of The Bottom Line’s set. Although they did have great presence mixed with upbeat stage banter, the band was forgettable. They basically sounded like a middle of the road Drive Thru Records band. If you’re over 18 years of age, you’ve probably outgrown most of these poppy whiny New Found Glory-esque bands by now. Sugary and sweet, they attract the younguns and their appeal wears off once you’ve listened to better punk music… or real punk music.

Actually, it wears off when you lose your virginity. There, I said it.

Enough hatin’. Those guys aren’t even on Drive Thru! After their set, I gave all my personal belongings to my hottie friend Amelie, so I could get into that pit for Goldfinger. Five minutes later, I realized that their was ANOTHER band playing.

GODDAMMIT ! I am here to see Gold-fucking-FINGER! I don’t give a FUCK about opening bands! To be fair, The Black Maria did put on a pretty damn good set. I did feel a little sketch when I saw them get onstage; I had a feeling I’d be seeing another one of those lame-O screamo/emo/hardcore/douchebag bands. You know, the kind who talk big and tough about slitting wrists and suicide, then you see their 100-pound bassist wearing cosmetics and sucking in his cheeks like a guy who ate a sourball. The Black Maria were entertaining, like a harder version of The Used -- they do lie somewhere on the brighter side of that whole screamo scene. The difference with The Black Maria was that I was almost able to decipher what they were saying on stage, something that doesn’t really happen with a lot of crappy nu-punk hardcore bands. I’d have to say that they’re one of the better Victory Records bands out there. For example:

Catch 22 & Voodoo Glow Skulls… GOOD
Atreyu & Hawthorne Heights… BAD

Waiting for Goldfinger was like waiting for porn to upload on your computer in 1997. The wait was well worth it, even though there was no naked Posh Spice at the end of the spectacle. Yeah, you heard me.

"The Final Countdown" was blasted over the speakers as Goldfinger took to the stage. Greeted with insane cheers from the eager audience, they surprised even me when they came out playing "I’m Down" as the opener to their set.

I’M DOWN, AND YOU’RE KILLING ME… I’M DOWN, BUT STILL YOU MEAN NOTHING TO ME!

It’s as if everyone knew every word to every song being played, with each song being a personal favorite for someone or other in the audience, from the poppy ex-girlfriend ranting of “Counting The Days” to the anger-fuelled madness of the song “Question”.

YOU DON’T KNOW WHAT PAIN IS,
YOU HAVEN’T SUFFERED ONE IOTA SO JUST STOP YOUR WHINING,
YOU DON’T KNOW WHAT PAIN IS…
STOP COMPLAINING POINT YOUR FINGER, I’LL TELL YA WHO TO BLAME

A few times during the song, John Feldmann jumped into the crowd and sang while crowd surfing. He did it a few more times during the show, to the audience’s delight. While playing “Open Your Eyes”, Feldmann got onto one of the giant speakers 15-20 feet high, and jumped into the crowd just as the peak of the song hit. An impressive feat, considering John Feldmann & co. have been touring rigorously throughout the past ten years. It seems as if no one has ever seen a bad Goldfinger performance. Sunday’s show was supposed to be played at Montreal’s Metropolis, which holds about 2500 people. Instead, the show was moved to Club Soda down the street, which is considerably smaller. You wonder how a band might react after such a change in venues. It didn’t seem to affect them one bit; all the energy, all the fun and all the excitement of a punk rock show was displayed during their amazing 16-song set, which featured mostly older songs. This did surprise me since I thought they were touring in support of their newest album Disconnection Notice. They also did just release a greatest hits CD/DVD package not too long ago. It doesn’t really matter, because it didn’t really seem like they were there to promote anything.

The only thing that did bother me was the overzealous attitude the boys in Goldfinger have towards a vegan/vegetarian lifestyle. For people who don’t know, John Feldmann and the Goldfinger crew believe strongly in animal rights, and have been large advocates for a vegetarian lifestyle for quite some time now. This doesn’t bother me that much, since I am against animal cruelty, fur and all that kind of stuff. However, a vegetarian lifestyle is not for everyone, especially for a guy who’s part of an Italian family, and has a father that loves hunting.

Asides from the veggie propaganda that laced each and every Goldfinger show, the spectacle was just too amazing for words. The high point of the show was when Feldmann invited fans on stage to sing along to their classic “Mable”. This has always been a Goldfinger tradition, and boy is it a great one. Yours truly got onstage, sang along and went totally nuts. Then, I performed a totally botched stage dive after the song. Yeah, I still ache all over.

I walked out of the show covered in sweat with no voice, holding onto half a drum stick with my dear life. My co-host Spanky G made off with a drum cover, so we proceeded to play with them once we left the stage area. During their last show, we each made off with a setlist autographed by the entire band, something I have hanging on my wall of fame. This time, I’ll just have to settle with a jagged piece of wood.

Great show, as always. I’m not all that surprised.

[Tune in to The Lonesome Strangers Tuesdays 12pm – 2pm]

FISCHERSPOONER - Odyssey

By Dan - Rocks In Your Head - 04/05/2005

Okay, admittedly this is not a full, encompassing review. I have neither the time nor the urge to do a full review. So instead, I'll hit you kids up with a two-part review, splitting this new Fischerspooner CD in half. Here goes part 1:

(Get your mofo booty on the dance floor, people!)

That should be the entire review, but I'll flesh it out a little for your reading pleasure.

Call it electronic/electro-clash/dance/whatever...this shit is pretty cool. I'd heard of the band's first release (#1, May 6th 2002) that supposedly contained a sweet track called “Emerge”, but didn't follow up too quickly. Word had it that the album was lacklustre apart from a couple of tunes. This new album, however, is pretty sweet stuff.

The album kicks off with “Just Let Go”, a synth-heavy anthem with a hint of noisy guitars. Clubbers will get the most out of this one if only for its delicately layered simplicity. “Cloud” has an opening bass line that carries the tune and never lets up, and has what I might call a post-shoegaze feel to it. Like if Slowdive had kept their dancier remixes going and Christian Savill had re-joined and contributed some of the mood that Monster Movie does so well. “Never Win” has a hook reminiscent of Pink Floyd meets Front 242, polished and packaged for the dance floor.

Things start slowing down at this point, but the steady flow of “Kick in the Teeth” and its uptempo chorus keeps the album flowing nicely. The song could easily become a raver's anthem considering its lyrical content: a subtle hommage to Ecstasy and the many gratifying pleasures derived therein. “Everything to Gain” is a darker tune than most of the album's tracks, and “We Need a War” has some sweet harmonizing to cap off the first half of the album.

There is a retro feel across this album, but there's none of that 80’s cheese that we've come to hate. Solid recording all around, though some will accuse Fischerspooner of over-polishing some of the tunes. The bottom line: this is better than most material destined for the dancefloor and it WILL sound really good and potent if the club's system is up to par.

If you're a DJ looking to get down with Fischerspooner, I recommend throwing in some Front 242 or New Order just to prime your listeners beforehand. Then when something like “Never Win” hits people's eardrums, they'll be sufficiently primed and pumped for more.

Part 2 of the review coming soon.

[Tune in to Rocks In Your Head Mondays 6pm - 8pm]

Sharon Jones and The Dap-Kings @ El Salon

By Christopher Bussmann - Bop and Beyond - 04/28/2005

Opening with a funky instrumental set, the Dap-Kings had bodies moving to their grip-tight buggalo, priming the audience for their four-foot, eleven inch soul dynamo front-woman; and when she took the stage the place exploded. Sharon can sing, she can dance, and she can connect with the fans - bringing them on stage to sing-along and dance, telling them stories about 'back in the day' and how each song came about. Sharon Jones is a performer in the true and versatile sense of the word. And she is a star.

With her band on fire, Sharon ran through a good mix of new and old tunes as well as two sexed up, funk intensive covers of songs far removed from the genre: Woody Guthrie's "This Land Is Your Land" and Janet Jackson's "What Have You Done For Me Lately?". By the time they laid into their encore of "Lay It In The Cut," from their debut album Dap-Dipping, Sharon Jones and the Dap-Kings had the crowd thoroughly exhausted and thoroughly pleased. In the span of just two short hours, they managed to tear the house down, rebuild it, torch it, and dance on its ashes.

[Tune in to Bop And Beyond every Wednesday 2:00pm - 4:30pm]

HOT HOT HEAT + The Futureheads + Louis XIV @ Metropolis

By Matt - Idle Minds - 04/22/2005

Awful, Excellent, and not the train wreck I was expecting.

Easiest review I ever wrote!

…what? I have to write more? Damnit…

For people who love bands that sound like other bands, last Friday’s show at the Metropolis was a night to remember. And I don’t mean that as a negative... these days, it’s very hard to find a band that doesn’t sound like someone else, or an amalgamation of various bands. The trick is to do it well.

Unfortunately, San Diego’s http://www.louisxiv.net/ "> Louis XIV don’t do it well, at least not live. I’ve listened to their new album The Best Little Secrets Are Kept trying to get acquainted with their songs before the show and to be honest, they do a pretty good approximation of 70’s glam-era David Bowie -- faux British accent and all. Unfortunately their live act left a lot to be desired. What sounds like cool/retro on CD sounded like generic FM rock on stage (cough... CHOM... cough). Their second song literally sounded like a cross between Bryan Adams and AC/DC. And then there was the creepy dedication of their song "Illegal Tender" to "all the young girls out there", specifically the twenty or so 16-year-olds on the dance floor with the glow sticks. Yikes. By the way, the non-lead-vocalist/guitarist in the band should never be allowed to play the piano or sing again, unless he’s planning on starting a Simple Plan cover band. Then again, I've never seen such a good crowd response for the third band on a three-band bill, so what do I know. As they say, “chacun à son goût” (that’s French by the way… look it up).

The crowd cheered when the huge Futureheads backdrop came down during the downtime and I cheered up a bit (or maybe it was the beer). The 80s revival aspect of the other two bands is hammered home by the Elvis Costello and The Cars playing on the PA. Let me start by stating that I love the http://www.thefutureheads.com/ ">Futureheads album. Even though I usually joke that I preferred them when they were called XTC, these guys have talent in spades. Having missed them the last time they were through town (headlining... sigh), I was pretty excited to be seeing them. Despite some fairly spotty sound quality (I blame the venue), they didn't disappoint. Starting things off with "Le Garage" (the usual opener), the band from Sunderland played a fine selection of songs off their debut release. What struck me about The Futureheads was the tight musicianship and excellent vocals from all four members. The strength of the vocals was very apparent by their excellent rendition of "Hounds of Love" by Kate Bush where the members trade syncopated oh’s as a background to the main vocals. An excellent set by an excellent band that I hope to see more of in the future.

(Can you tell I like this band?)

The Futureheads left the stage, and a very high pitched "Hot Hot Heat" chant started on the floor. Did I mention the twenty or so 16-year-olds with the glow sticks? After hearing the same 3-4 songs from The Clash's London Calling a couple of times and a few delays -- at one point, the lights went out, and then came back on. My guess is that it was a hair malfunction -- Vancouver's http://www.hothotheat.com/ ">Hot Hot Heat took the stage.

Let me get this out the way…

To lead singer Steve Bays: 70s-era Roger Daltrey called... wants his hair back. And oh ya... I think Mick Jagger trademarked those crappy dance moves.

Ok... phew… now I can get on with the review.

As I mentioned at the beginning of this review, Hot Hot Heat’s set was not the train wreck that I was expecting. It wasn’t fantastic by any means, but it was enjoyable enough. I rank their Sub Pop album Make up the Breakdown as one of the better albums of the first half of this decade, and it still ends up in my CD player to this day. Their new major label debut Elevator left me a little cold. It’s growing on me a bit, but it’s nowhere near as good as Make up the Breakdown. That being said, the show’s strengths were the older songs and its weakness were the newer songs (shocking!). Truth be told, the new songs did sound a lot better performed live, but it doesn’t prevent them from being weak songs in the first place (don’t get me started on “You Owe Me An IOU”! Errr…).

For the most part, the set alternated between songs from Make up the Breakdown and Elevator. Highlights were “Island Of The Honest Man” -- best song on the new album, in my humble opinion -- an excellent version of “Get In Or Get Out” and the set closer “Bandages” which got the whole floor pogo-ing. Low points were a very sloppy version of “This Town” and “Save Us S.O.S”, some pretty horrible stage banter, a temperamental bassist and weak sounding drums. Overall, simply not a very fun band to watch live: the music’s alright, but the band just doesn’t have the dynamics for a good live act. I won’t be rushing out to see them again anytime soon.

To summarize again: Awful, Excellent, and not the train wreck I was expecting.

[Tune in to The Idle Minds Sundays 4pm – 6pm]

MARTHA WAINWRIGHT @ Main Hall

By Mikaela - Lessons in Lo-Fi - 04/18/2005

Despite a “technical glitch” which prevented the venue from being open on time, causing a line to form along St. Laurent, the recent return of Montreal’s prodigal daughter, Martha Wainwright, went off without a hitch. Opting to perform without an opening band, Martha Wainwright took the stage a little after 9:30pm and entertained the sold-out crowd for just shy of two hours. The set began with the hair-rising “Bloody Mother Fucking Asshole”, an ambitious opener which could have easily had the show peaking too soon, but the singer/songwriter dutifully backed it up with equally mesmerizing ditties. The rest of the set included many of the tracks featured on her new self-titled album, released just last month on Zoë Records (some of you will recognize many of these tracks from previously released EPs and live shows). Highlights of the evening included “Ball & Chain,” an ode to, or rather an incrimination of, male genitalia and the always appreciated “The Factory.” However, despite the solo bill, a Wainwright show wouldn’t be complete without a little family love: Wainwright received beautiful backing vocals from her cousin Lily Lankin and piano accompaniment from family friend Tom. Later on, Wainwright was joined on stage by her mother and aunt, who together make up the McGarrigle Sisters. Playing the piano and accordion, the sisters provided musical backing while Wainwright performed one of the McGarrigles’ new songs. This was followed by an always crowd-pleasing French torch song -- the name of which escapes me at present -- which she performed with her mother on accompanying piano.

In addition to the soaring musicianship, it is worthwhile to note Wainwright’s charming bilingual between-song banter, directed mostly at the young men who accounted for much of the Main Hall’s audience. In between plugging her new CD and requests for Scotch on the rocks, the singer coyly commented on “les beaux hommes” in the crowd. This being said, my lady friends and I were not immune, and likewise fell under the slow spell of one of Montreal’s foremost singer/songwriters.

Martha Wainwright will be back in town with the rest of her band, performing June 10th at Cabaret La Tulipe.

[Tune in to Lessons In Lo-Fi Thursdays 10am-12pm]

Exclaim Tour: STARS + The Organ + guests @ Cabaret

By Alex - Losing My Edge - 04/16/2005

After a triumphant and well-received return to their fair city Montreal, the Exclaim Tour headliners Stars were faced with the task of going back out and re-create the magic that had the home crowd in rapture the night before. The band has managed to build a healthy reputation of being a great live band, a reputation no doubt enhanced since touring cross-country with the comatose-looking girls in The Organ. With word of their reportedly spectacular performance the night before fresh in our minds, it remained to be seen if they saved enough gas in the tank for what was sure to be another emotional night for the hometown boys and gal.

To be fair, The Organ's charmless demeanor has limited bearing on their ability to please Smiths fans with their repertoire of competent songs. Of course, personal enjoyment is conditional on whether one particularly enjoys Morrissey's vocal stylings. Granted, comparisons to existing artists can be tired and lazy, but when the band is being equally lazy in keeping its obvious influences in check, one doesn't really have choice. That being said, The Organ gave it a good run for four or five songs before their lack of presence -- though points to singer Katie Sketch for the occasional twirls -- caught up to them. Charisma aside, the songs did manage to carve an identity for the band in spite of the weight of their musical heroes. For that, the crowd gave them an enthusiastic ovation that prompted a rare encore for an opening band.

What is instantly apparent from Stars' live act is the celebratory atmosphere that they manage to create onstage, not unlike their Arts & Crafts labelmates Broken Social Scene. As soon as Mr.Douglas Campbell bellowed the Set Yourself On Fire introduction ("when there's nothing left to burn, you must set yourself on fire") in his thunderous God-like voice, his son Torquil and his bandmates tore into the title track, looking like they fully intended in making this night as special. The music itself was undeniably poptastic and it was hard to fend off the contagious joy. However, the wild card was Torquil Campbell. At times, his gushing banter was refreshingly sincere and at others, it was overly theatrical to the point of patronizing. Surely, one can forgive such affected outbursts given the context, but the problem was that it spilled into the songs themselves. The restraint shown on the album contributed to the creation of such a lush and magical record, with all the elements complementing each other. Here, he was threatening to overpower his own band with his exaggerated manners. Thankfully, Amy Millan was the sweet voice of reason -- and reason sounded a bit like Emma Pollack from the Delgados -- and held the monopoly on all of the show's highlights. Whether it was the set-closing "Calendar Girl" or the fantastic single "Ageless Beauty" (joined by Broken Social Scene's Kevin Drew, who also appeared for "Sleep Tonight"), Millan transmitted her band's emotions in an intense but subtle manner that shares them with you, instead of ordering you to feel them.

It is hard to rail against someone for being so passionate and obviously, it worked for major portions of the audience. However, the overbearingness of Campbell's act rendered his poignant lyrics empty, similar to the way a scenery-chewing acting performance can strangle the finest script. In the end, this seemed like a bit of nit-picking, for the crowd responded greatly to Stars' performance. It wouldn't be a stretch to qualify it as magical given the ovation, but somehow, one gets the feeling that it was planned out to be that way all along.

[Tune in to Losing My Edge Sundays 12pm-2pm and Tuesdays 8pm-10pm]

THE BRAVERY + ASH + Alaska @ Studio Juste Pour Rire

By Louis - Hooked On Sonics - 04/14/2005

Stop what you are doing. On second thought, read this review first, then stop whatever it is you have planned on doing and go out and buy all of Ash’s back catalogue. Start with 1995’s Trailer then 1996’s 1977, skip 1998’s Nu-Clear Sounds, and go straight to 2002’s Free All Angels and new album Meltdown. If you happen to find the singles and B-side collection Intergalactic Sonic 7s, then give me a call because it’s rare in North America. Then turn up the volume and just enjoy the magic that is Ireland’s million-copies-selling rock band Ash. That is what I have been doing the past couple of days while counting down the hours to the Montreal stop of the Ash and The Bravery co-headlining North American tour.

Ash were in fine form, performing classics like “Kung Fu”, “Walking Barefoot” and “A Life Less Ordinary”, along with “Clones” “Orpheus”, “Renegade Cavalcade” and “Detonator” (off their very good new album). Tim Wheeler and company really looked like they were enjoying themselves tonight and it showed in the way they enthusiastically bounced around on stage. Tim was all smiles and at times engaged the crowd with small talk and dedicating “Shining Light” to a fan in the crowd who dressed like Michael Jackson with the one sparkling glove. Later, Tim spotted a fan that wanted to present guitarist Charlotte Hatherley with a bouquet of flowers, and proceeded to tell her that she has an admirer. She graciously accepted the flowers and took a bow in recognition of her fan, as the crowd cheered loudly. Ash was able to mix their newer, harder, rockier songs with their pop-punk past and give us a show that was fun and energetic.

As for The Bravery, I was apprehensive about seeing this hyped-up New York band, as they seemed to come out of nowhere to be the Buzz Band of 2005. I read about their drunken sex parties they had while playing their month-long residency at a London club, I read the cover story on them in the NME, I saw their #5 chart position in the UK Charts and their Top 20 placing on last week’s Billboard Charts, so I went in with some reservations on whether the band was for real or just smoke and mirrors created by the media. I have not listened to the debut self-titled album yet, so this would be my first real introduction to the band. I have to say that I thought they were pretty good live: the songs were tight and they do the 80’s synth wave/new wave thing pretty well. They were very happy to be playing in Montreal and lead singer Sam Endicott mentioned how he thinks Montreal has one of the best music scenes around and thanked the crowd on numerous occasions and later spoke a few sentences in French. As a live band, The Bravery definitely delivered a good show. However, I found that towards the end, the songs did start to sound the same. As with all new hyped bands, only time will tell if they are for real.

[Tune in to HOOKED ON SONiCS Tuesdays 6pm – 8pm]

GHOULUNATICS - Blood Curdling Years (DVD)

By Johnny - Turn Down the Suck - 05/03/2005

GhoulunaticsBlood Curdling Years is the first DVD by a Quebec metal band and it sets the bar high. Containing one full show, half of another, bits of 60 others, two videos, lots of photos, and a slew of backstage/behind the scenes/making of/on the road/etc footage, this disc delivers both quantity and quality.

The main feature on the disc is Ghoulunatics’ performance at last year’s Trois-Rivieres MetalFest. It’s a solid show with a set list drawn mostly from Sabacthany and King of the Undead. The picture is clear and the sound is good. And just in case one concert isn’t enough, about half of their Halloween 2003 show is also included on the disc. For this show, the band gets all zombied up and plays in costume. Sure it’s a little cheesy, but it’s also pretty fun. The only problem with this show is that it was already used for last year’s It’s A Live! album. Seven of the songs from It’s A Live! are on this disc. This overlap takes away from both releases. It’s understandable that the band would want to put this show on the DVD, but then why make a live album out of it as well? Despite this questionable decision, the Halloween 2003 show is still quite good.

The other major part of the disc is the Band History section. It’s 50 minutes of miscellaneous footage from the bands career and there is a lot packed into it. It has clips of 60 some shows, studio sessions, the road, and more. The amount of stuff is almost overwhelming, and with so much, it could easily have turned into one giant mess of crap. Luckily, they did a pretty good job of putting everything together, making it easy to handle and enjoy. While not all the footage is great, most of it pretty good and all of it is watchable. In the Band History section you’ll find things like a discussion of their contribution to the Flashback compilation, appearances by various people in the Quebec metal scene (my favourite being Neuraxis’ Ian Campbell describing the Ghouls as Quebec’s Nashville Pussy), a cover of BARF’s "Estie De Sale", and maybe even yourself -- with clips from so many shows, you’re bound to be in there somewhere**...

The only thing that seems to be missing from the history section is a more in-depth discussion with the band members themselves; there is some, but not enough. Besides the part about the Flashback comp and a short piece for Bandeapart.com, there are only small scraps of the band talking here and there. I don’t even think that we hear Pat Gordon (guitar) or Brian Craig (drums) say more than a word or two on the whole disc. A stronger interview element would have been nice.

Besides the overlap with It’s A Live and the lack of band discussion, it is a very strong disc. While it is not as essential as their studio albums, I recommend Blood Curdling Years to anyone who considers themselves a Ghoulunatics fan -- it’s worth your $20.

**Yes, I’ll admit to watching some parts zoomed-in and in slow-mo in order to spot myself. And there I am, right around the 47.5 minute mark. There’s nothing wrong with being petty and self-centered...


Disc contents:
Trois-Rivieres MetalFest 2004: 11 songs, 40 mins.
Halloween 2003: 7 songs + backstage/behind the scenes footage, 30 mins.
Band History: 60+ shows, studio sessions, backstage, and lots more, 50 mins.
Videos: "Melodrame", "Grave Concern", and making of "Grave Concern"


[Tune into Turn Down The Suck Mondays 1:30-3:00pm]

THE WONDER STUFF @ Cabaret

By Louis - Hooked On Sonics - 04/08/2005

The excitement has been building in me for the past few weeks, ever since I found out that The Wonder Stuff were coming to Montreal for the first time since the early 90’s. I was there at that show way back then; they played to a packed club and I remember being blown away by the music and sounds that night and being so giddy as to see one of my favorite bands. In 1994, The Wonder Stuff were seemingly on top of the world: they were huge in their native England, where they were always on the cover of some music magazine and had ruled the UK Album and Singles charts since 1988. To think that tonight I would finally get to see them again.

Well, sometimes it is better to remember your heroes as heroes, and didn’t somebody once say it was better to burn out than to fade away? Sadly, The Wonder Stuff had burned out and packed it in 1994 in a boozed-out blaze of glory as it was meant to be. Sure, there were occasional Christmas gigs in London, but otherwise they had remained quiet until now. Maybe they should have left the memories intact and not reformed for a tour -- actually not all original members are here. The songs were there and they played many of their older stuff off 1988’s Eight Legged Groove Machine, 1989’s Hup and 1991’s Never Loved Elvis and a few from their recent album Escape From Rubbish Island. However, something was missing and the sparse crowd of about 50 people knew it too. Perhaps the magic was gone and shouldn’t have been messed with, perhaps after all these years, I was just expecting something that could never be attained -- but then again, The Pixies did not let me down with their comeback tour in 2004. Miles Hunt, singer and leader of the band, seemed out of it. Drinking a whole bottle of wine in a few swigs between songs can do that to a guy who is getting on in age. The sound was not that great, and the rest of the band did not seem interested in what they were doing, possibly disappointed with the turnout. It’s likely that as a result, they decided to turn off, but something was wrong from the beginning. I am sure that in England, The Wonder Stuff could still pack them in and deliver a show to be talked about for a long time. Unfortunately, tonight wasn’t one of those nights.

[Tune in to HOOKED ON SONiCS Tuesdays 6pm – 8pm]

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