Silver Dapple – Want To

Silver Dapple – Song For The Boys

Aunty Panty – Mal Au Coeur
Aunty Panty – Cunt

Deadhorse – Interstellar Remedies
Deadhorse – I’m a Lawyer

From the white doors of Aaron Levin:
Two Albertans find each other in Montreal during a French class while an ex-Shearing Pinx member embarks on a solo project of ambient processed guitar and French language learning. Unexpectedly, the two groups, Silver Dapple and Les Beyond (respectively), share the sides of a brilliant c10 that forges the hidden links between 90s femme-pop and cerebral guitar work-outs. Silver Dapple inject their pop mastery into the hidden teenager scheming within your mind-sphere while Les Beyond thwarts your tomfoolery with twilight mellowtude. All of this accomplished in under 20 minutes care-of Montreal’s latest addition to the cassette scene, Planet of the Tapes.
Silver Dapple – (Pauses)
Les Beyond – Brass Knuckled
Silver Dapple – 2 x 2

From the DxWxSxYxHxF of Jesse Locke:
Copping the speed, angst and Xeroxed b&w paste-ups of classic 1980s crust, Dead Wife’s latest 7” hearkens back to the time when a stuttering robot reigned supreme. There’s a healthy dash of Riot Grrrl in their breakneck skuzz as well, and these brats could go toe-to-toe with anyone lurking in East Van’s weirdo punk grotto. Co-released by the always hep Psychic Handshake, newcomers No Vacation and recorded with the help of Choyce from Red Mass, this is a must-grip for the whole family now that Mom is worm food.
Dead Wife – DxWxSxYxHxF
Dead Wife – Txt Me

From the jingle-jango of Aaron Levin:
Post-Yé-yé garage jangle is rarely exported outside of Quebec, an odd fact given the adorable narrative Bande à Part threw together on Montreal’s The Peelies. Their debut album, Together Forever, has a summery, dissonant clangor and (oddly) prairie chic perfect for drawing all over your bud’s face and lighting a car on fire. Together we’ll douce the flames with a squinted, morning warble; it’s an indian summer.
The Peelies – Merde In French
The Peelies – Snake on a Man

From the biodome of Jesse Locke:
Not since the mercifully short-lived local music in-joke Lorrie Matheson’s Cock has Calgary had a band name as ludicrous as The Poly Shores. All the same, don’t be fooled by their fondness for purple sticky punch as these scrappy, spazzy berzerkers mean their own brand of business. Pitched somewhere between Ponytail, Be Your Own Pet and Toni Basil their debut two-song blast is now available on CD and glorious cassingle. Listen for the stone cold funky basslines, shark-toothed guitars and smart/stupid sloganistic lyrics like “guns don’t kill people, love kills people…” Wheez the juice!
The Poly Shores – White Fear
The Poly Shores – Hentai Is Too Art

Puberty sucks. Remember that sterile, confusing, and awkward time in every person’s life? Where they quickly discover just how ugly they really are. On the other hand, Puberty’s incarnation as three beautiful and awkward women from Calgary is exciting, inspiring, and everything that puberty isn’t. It’s hard to not become affectionate with their weird concoction of post-punk jangle and water-slide slurpee pop. Every time I see them in Calgary I want to shout with glee: “the pubes!” while the drummer bashes away on cymbals and microphones. They’re everyone’s favorite band and why the hell not? Their unadulterated approach to punk makes me think back to my experience with puberty. Maybe bus-stop boners and B.O weren’t so bad? This Live CD (#6 in an edition of 10) is pretty raw, but the sessions recorded at CJSW lead us in the right direction; Mac’s – let’s purchase cigarettes for minors and continue the trend.
Puberty – Tarnation
Puberty – Common Sense