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New Canadiana :: Solids – Fog Friends b/w Blown Out

admin — Mon, 31 Oct 2011 12:00:00 +0000

Solids
Fog Friends b/w Blown Out
(Machette Records)
Montreal, QC
::web/sounds::

From the rolling credits of Gabriel Jasmin:

Excelling at a peculiarly potent bittersweet strain of end-of-the-movie, think-about-your-life-during-the-credits alt-rock, this 7” by Montreal powerhouse duo Solids cements their role as forerunners breathing fresh air into an aging genre. Here, Montreal’s premier production alchemist guru further magnifies their vigorous roar, and polishes the B-side’s neatly discordant harmonics to a glimmer unheard on their previous outing. 500 copies pressed on timely Halloween orange vinyl.

À la fin du film de Gabriel Jasmin:
Les montréalais Solids maîtrisent les dynamiques du alt-rock, mais excellent dans la branche très spécifique et éloquente du « c’est-la-fin-du-film-et-je-réfléchis-à-la-vie ». Ce premier 7 pouces cimente la pôle position d’un groupe qui sait rafraîchir un genre vieillissant. Ici, la touche du guru national de l’alchimie sonore magnifie leur rugissement vigoureux, et dompte les harmoniques discordantes de la face B pour qu’elles scintillent comme jamais auparavant. 500 copies sur vinyles couleur orange Halloween.

Solids – Fog Friends

Solids – Blown Out

New Canadiana :: Chad VanGaalen – Diaper Island

admin — Fri, 22 Jul 2011 12:30:56 +0000

Chad VanGaalen
Diaper Island
(Flemish Eye)
Calgary, AB
::web/sounds::

From the vivid afterglow of Gabriel Jasmin:

Not a soul can predict the cascading disposition of Chad VanGaalen’s zany neurons. His fourth full length, curiously/awesomely titled Diaper Island, shies away from past electronic interferences to switch the focus towards thick, alt-rock minded studio production. Perhaps as an afterglow to his baroque noise-pop adornments for Women, VanGaalen maturely navigates between straightforward and dreamy, his mystical visions taking new shapes vivid as ever.

Des images consécutives de Gabriel Jasmin:
Impossible de prédire l’agencement instable des neurones extravagants de Chad VanGaalen. Son quatrième disque, bizarrement/génialement intitulé Diaper Island, s’éloigne totalement des interférences électroniques du passé, plutôt pour s’orienter vers une riche production studio d’une belle consistance rock alternative. Témoin d’images consécutives de ses ornementations baroques pour le noise-pop de Women, VanGaalen navigue avec assurance entre le classique nuancé et la rêverie, ses visions mystiques prenant de nouvelles formes mais vivides comme toujours.

Chad VanGaalen – Sara

Chad VanGaalen – Blonde Hash

New Canadiana :: Jesuslesfilles – Une Belle Table

admin — Fri, 15 Oct 2010 18:00:13 +0000

Jesuslesfilles
Une Belle Table
(Self Released)
Montreal, PQ
::web/sounds::

From the jangly jangle of Jesse Locke:
With their wiry guitars, hopped-up hooks and Fin du Monde-soaked boy-girl vocals, Jesuslesfilles bring to mind a wickedly francophone Pixies. However, blasting through the 90s jangle of their debut full-length are nuggets of Nuggets-style psych-fuzz, and it’s as much classic rock as it is Come On Pilgrim. From the downcast drift of “Tes Yeux” to the ghostly ringing chords of “Mercredi”, there’s a wealth of melody crammed into these 11 songs, all clocking in at less than four minutes. Even if your understanding of french is as embarrassingly lacking as mine, Une Belle Table will speak to you in the international language of riffs.
Jesuslesfilles – Tes yeux
Jesuslesfilles – Mercredi

Review :: Peace – Slow Children

admin — Fri, 21 Aug 2009 07:13:43 +0000

Peace
Slow Children
(Reluctant Recordings)
Vancouver, BC
::web/sounds::

The bombs were going off in my mind as I watched Peace for the first time mere hours ago. Peace has been Edmonton’s secret obsession since Dan Geddes, singer and guitarist from everyone’s favorite Bummers, left for Vancouver and formed this unique trek into hi-fi indie-rock pastures with a few other Edmonton ex-pats. Searing above Peace’s late-period post-punk jangle is Dan’s unique voice, recorded way in the front so his anthemic chants, hollers, and laconic-yet- surreal lyrics direct you to the corners of his frayed and ingenious existence. It’s easy to fall in love with everything Peace is about; it’s weird and hip, with their angular guitar riffs, rolling bass-lines, and Dan’s bizarre vibrato, but seemingly straight enough to blast in your mom’s car as you drive to Red Lobster waiting to suck down a juicy shrimp platter whilst convincing your litter sister that, yes, Peace will be her favorite band once she tires of Morrissey and The Fall. Which is why the bombs have gone off and I’m not going out on saturday night. Highly recommended. I want to keep gushing; so just listen to the damn mp3s already.
Peace – I Forget
Peace – Saturday Night