From the homeopoliteia of Aaron Levin:
The double XY supra-hits conjured by this blood-lined erectro-pop duo have enough ectoplasm to put your vertebrate on full swerve. Their infectious infomercial anthems and baritone intimacy burst with emotional imminence, forcing your repressed inner-teenager to stand-up and scream “so what! I’m a homosexual cop!” And you know It’s the truth because it’s silly; party the problems away and welcome love with the reverberations of a new dawn. Why do you cry? Is it for me? Yes. We cry for you. GRIPNOWINTHEFIRE.
Homosexual Cops – So What (I’m A Homosexual Cop)
Homosexual Cops – Why Do You Cry (Is It For Me?)

From the blackest black of Aaron Levin:
Totally washed-out cultic vibrations beam from every inch of Secret Colours’ magnetic debut. It’s the perfect weirdo basemental projection radiating from the brightest fields of cassette culture; blankets of ethereal synth, tape-warbled choralic vocals, and Tresvant sensitive low-end. From the brilliant mind of Evan Cardwell. Double grip!
Secret Colours – Bad Vibrations
Secret Colours – Worst Fear
Secret Colours – Lightnin’

From the cosmic slop of Aaron Levin:
If Grimes’ tour CDR (to be officially released via Arbutus on September 30th at Pop Montreal) is any indication, the cosmic-pop deity is transcending into a vocal-cruising eidolon of celestial proportions. Layers of wyspy vocals form the cooling galaxies of Halfaxa while her minimal drums synthesize Enja‘s lingering espers into a club anthem fit for the Restaurant at the End of the Universe. Or the Mos Eisley Cantina. Either way, Grimes’ future-stream sinusoids are peeling wigs.
Grimes – devon
Grimes – wereglid

From the betamax projections of Aaron Levin:
The twenty minutes of damaged troopadelic beats on Parrot Talk will burn through your grey matter and leave a smelting mess of pulsed lazers, stunted drums, and Wagnerian strings. It’s a mire of foot-stimulated addiction; layers of samples folding their intra-rhythms and wooded grooves to create the most danceable video project left of nowhere. The blasted soundtrack joins a burnt mess of digital-soaked colouramas, wonderfully committed to everyone’s favorite 80s hold-over (VHS). Thankfully, for those that lack the pawn-shop ephemera, you can view the audible damage here.
Doldrums – I’m Homesick Sittin’ Up Here in My Satellite
Doldrums – Chase the Tear [remix]

From the vibronic brain of Aaron Levin:
The space-time fluctuations between GOBBLE GOBBLE’s last hermetic flu-gaze sacrifice has eclipsed the infinitely-many quantum mechanical predictions. The 8-bit pop peculiarity has transcended into a neo-audible movement of Masonic proportions. On top of a dazzling live show, main songwriter Cecil Frena’s ability to funnel radio-pop insanity through a gnarled nozzle of chromatic-pop has aggrandized; jarring cut-ups, blasted synth workouts, and the crunchiest pop-riddums you’ve ever heard. A♥♥♥♥♥♥
GOBBLE GOBBLE – Lawn Knives
GOBBLE GOBBLE – End of Days

From the flashing teenage fantasies of Aaron Levin:
Brilliant genre-pollination from this out-of-left-field Vancouver quartet. Their highly visceral pressure waves ooze a strange hybridized pop-psych with flashes of electro digitalia and sampledelic cut-ups. The blotted magnetic threads of Flash Palace’s debut tape are filled with this phenomenal pilgrimage into pomo-pop principalia and has me excited beyond most hyperbolic means. A voyeuristic adventure into a genre-less future. GRIP÷0.
Flash Palace – Slow Beams
Flash Palace – Sasa
Flash Palace – Seventy Lives

From the teen steamings of Jesse Locke:
Inside its shiny wrapping paper and tiny Ziploc bag, this split cassette from two of Toronto’s weirdest offers a veritable smorgasbord of smeared sonic exploration. Side A finds Doom Tickler phreeking the beat with goosepimply processed vocals pitched somewhere between Black Dice, black metal and Sméagol. Of their four songs, “School Jungle Mud Pool” is the standout, with its demon-possessed singsong melody, squelching synths and jackhammer rhythms resulting in the most hellish Acid House since Love’s Secret Domain. Spectral Forum, meanwhile, jam-pack the flip with 10 wildly varying selections. From the watery miasma of “Mystic Pointe Mississauga” to the spacey grooves of “Corpse Made of Lint”, dubby ice- cream truck ditty “Heavy Metal Homeroom” and upbeat Moroder-nodding finale “Here 2 Eternity,” it’s all too easy to get lost in the steam.
Spectral Forum – Here 2 Eternity
Doom Tickler – School Jungle Mud Pool
Spectral Forum – Mystic Pointe Mississauga

From the catalyzed expressions of Aaron Levin:
Soft Coast is a drum machine-laced krautno adventure catalyzed by morbid visions of a future techno. Lurking minor-key experimentalia draggle the distorted grooves and subtle Much Dance vibes while cosmic drones pace the whole adventure. Grip now or regret missing the disjointed journey through Vancouver’s avant-Mise en scène. Conjured by the wyrd mind of Konrad Jandavs.
No UFO’s – Evidence / Century Park
No UFO’s – untitled II
No UFO’s – 00/00/2010

From the Orbic Wyzydry of Aaron Levin:
Mysterious nuances permeate Knit Prisms’ journey into the new age as Orbs transcends the tranquil wizardry of sonambience. It’s a gravitational lure of patient addiction dragging you to the most ambient conclusion; spectral chromes of lysergic waves slowly shifting terra’s organic aural symmetries. Hand-numbered edition of 100 cassettes from this prestigious American label.
Knit Prism – Streams/Middle Coast/Pan
Knit Prism – Wayward/East

From the fast-build of Aaron Levin:
Another Montreal-Beijing connection reigns supreme here at Weird Canada HQ. Parallel Pyres’ self-titled debut is a looping pop fantasy of eccentric panoramas. Busted Casio drums slowly build into a brilliant hooked-filled chaos of repetition that shines through the churning fidelity. The wide palette of pop simplicity will grant heavy doses of play in both sweat dripping basements and Casino lobbies. There is a Hobo Cult connection and it makes a lot of sense.
Parallel Pyres – Homebodies
Parallel Pyres – Swimming