Pop Montreal Coverage in Midnight Poutine

Whew. It has been a very busy few days, checking out some stuff at Pop Montreal for local blog Midnight Poutine. As it is all music related, I thought I would post a link to it in this post, rather than re-producing all the content here (everything I write for MidPout is also available via the links at right).

I particularly enjoyed the set by A Northern Chorus, and would gladly see them any other time they come to town.

Also picked up some more material for review, so there will be stuff about that in the coming days.

In the meantime, have a read of this stuff.

The Graveyard - Matrix Magazine issue 75

This is The Graveyard column from Matrix Magazine, issue 75. The columnists tend to not be carried on the Matrix website, so I'm posting it here in its entirety because it features reviews of 5 noteworthy independent Canadian artists. Enjoy.

The Graveyard
by Scott W. Gray

Announcements about the Echo and Polaris prizes came to me around the time I was writing this issue’s piece, and I must say I’m pleased that independent artists are finally being recognized on their merits. Both of these prizes are juried by media flacks and awarded for songwriting, rather than unit sales, genre, or sculpted, muscular booties.

As these prizes recognize, there is an abundance of great bands in this country. There always has been, of course, but history shows that groups die out due to a lack of exposure and subsequent financial problems. Recording and distributing an album (not to mention touring a country of this size) is expensive. The Canadian industry has grown up a lot, market economics have changed a bit in the digital world, and there’s now a real possibility for independent bands to be reasonably successful here.

Exposure, however, still means everything to this process, and I can support anything (like the Polaris and Echo prizes, odd blogs, etc.) that shines the spotlight on the great talent here. With this in mind, here are songs by five artists that were in regular rotation on the Graveyard stereo over the last few months. I urge you check them out.

Christine Fellows: When I first heard Mary Margaret O’Hara’s “Body’s In Trouble” I stopped dead in my tracks, my thin teenage shoulders pulled up like I expected a crash behind me. Utterly arresting, disquieting, and inimitable. Christine Fellow’s song “Vertebrae”, from her Paper Anniversary album (Six Shooter), has much the same quality. It’s an exercise in restraint and tense understatement. Excellent musicianship (particularly from the strings and percussion) accompanies a voice that’s clear in the upper register and slightly frayed in the middle tones. Warm electric piano sounds and cello sweeps trail out over not-as-goofy-as-you’d-expect glockenspiels. If you think she’s prodigiously talented when she says, “I am deadfall. Deadfall,” then wait for the chorus. One of the most startling albums I’ve heard recently.

The Besnard Lakes: From Besnard Lakes’ yet-to-be-released album Dark Horse Transmissions, I spent a good deal of time listening to “Ride the Rails”. This new Besnards album (to be released on Jagjaguwar this fall) is considerably more orchestrated than Volume I, their previous release, with strings, choir-like vocals, and field recordings that jackknife into the arrangements against the Besnards’ signature guitars (high-volume, dive-bombing). “Ride the Rails” displays their development: essentially two songs in one that pivot on a single guitar riff nearly two minutes in, “Ride the Rails” features members of Bell Orchestre complimenting a very-70s mood piece that shifts into a solemn but hooky chorus drenched in reverbed vocals. As well, the vocals on the new album are stronger than in the past, offering more confident deliveries and tighter harmonies. If Volume I was the Besnard Lakes’ Loveless, then Dark Horse Transmissions is their Pet Sounds.

Islands: Formed from the brittle little bones of the Unicorns, Islands emerged in 2006 with Return to the Sea (Equator Records). Full of some of the smartest dumb pop you’ve ever heard, this is the sort of album that ends up in endless repeat because you hum it to yourself for hours after hearing it. The track that stuck with me most was “Rough Gem” (though “Don’t Call Me Whitney, Bobby” was a very close second), with its ‘Come On Eileen’ melody, tiny pizzicato string breaks, and tight but not flashy drums, this song left me scratching my head and pumping my fist. As an added touch, I like hearing Nick Diamonds singing about diamonds.

World Provider: What most music writers will tell you (over beers that you will have to pay for) is that a great deal of material arrives for review that sounds just like everything else, even among the non-mainstream albums out there. But nothing really sounds like World Provider’s Lost Illusions (out on Ta-Da). You can draw associations among the art-rock bands that he could be referencing (Devo, for example) but it takes a very strange sensibility to put them together as World Provider does. Strange tastes, oddly unsettling. The most successful songs on Lost Illusions follow a synth driven melodic lead, with interesting vocal harmonic lines – sometimes manipulated digitally – and very simple snare-kick, hat-handclap percussion. “Valentine” made onto my mix discs and took me through most of this summer. Featuring a guest appearance by Leslie Feist, “Valentine” merges a loping, neo-country vocal twang over fuzzy electro in a surprisingly effective way. Sneaks up on you, then bam! you have a weird moustache and you’re dancing in unfamiliar clothes.

Bell Orchestre: Bell Orchestre’s stunning instrumental debut album Recording a Tape in the Colour of the Light (released on Rough Trade in late 2005) is a roiling weird of french-horns, violins and trumpets that I listened to all spring. I was impressed by the subtlety and interplay between the instruments on quieter tracks, but I was unprepared for the way “The Upward March” rocked out. Built over a very simple digital click, the band adds textures and colours to create a piece that by its end is locked in a solid groove, while still tearing against itself. A sort of hyphen band (i.e.: post-rock, or math-rock, or classically-inspired, all of which apply), Bell Orchestre create pieces rather than songs, but there’s a vitality to them all that keep them fresh and unpretentious. Long, murmuring drones open out to raucous crashes and stabbing horns; the music is a stormy affair. “The Upward March” is probably the most luminous and anthemic on the album, so it’s an obvious repeater on the ipod, but the album as a whole creates a mood worth pursuing.

With independent Canadian talent increasingly being recognized by labels and media (and ugh…”tastemakers”) outside the country, listeners here deserve to know what that faint buzz is about. If you haven’t heard the five albums above, or any of the finalists in the prizes I’ve mentioned, I recommend tracking them all down. Each artist is unique but they share some strange commonalities - quirkiness, a sort of optimistic sadness, rich, idiosyncratic songwriting, and ultimately, independence.

(from Matrix issue 75)