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January 23rd, 2012

New Canadiana :: Denim Reptile – Custody

From the manufactured landscape of Southern Ontario a new hybrid emerges. The Denim Reptile moves nimbly on warbling electronic feet across man made hills, but its tough exterior is defined by unabashed parking lot guitar solos. Donning an Iron Maiden T-shirt, the lizard king compresses roadhouse blues through a Windows 95 soundcard. A much needed flashback to basements of the early digital era.

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Denim Reptile – Smokin’ Broken Glass

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Denim Reptile – Heavy Duty Mama

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Denim Reptile – Bodice Ripper

November 14th, 2011

New Canadiana :: Duchess Says – In a Fung Day T!

Machete-cut chunks sliced straight out of the post-punk ether, Duchess Says reiterate their whirlwind shrieks and jabbing throbs, rousing your tendons into unconditional muscular praise. Join the noise-wave church of switchblade synths and bass bullies, their tortures involving dissonant Moog squelches, sweaty mosh pits, frantic dancefloors and a few slower songs. Oh, and of course everything singer Annie-Claude hurls at you.

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Duchess Says – Narcisse

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Duchess Says – L’ordre Des Secteurs

May 26th, 2011

Departures :: Brian Damage – Early Electronic Works (1983-1988)

Two years ago Damage laid this collection on me and I somehow only got to it recently, reflecting on the need to stem the tide of things COMING INTO my zone. I’ve written about his Industrial band Phycus over at Thee-Outernet, and Early Electronic Works (1983-1988) collects releases made during those years under the name Data Strangler in Sydney, Nova Scotia. Damage claims he was trying to combine Judas Priest and Men Without Hats, a sort of Canadian teen alchemy, but the results on the early version of “Refrigerators” sounds more like Red Krayola to me. So much brilliance here: an amazing basement vibe (apparently tracks were bounced between boomboxes and you can pretty much hear the wood panelling), crude synth punk, MB style electronic miniatures, synth pop, Kemberic tremolo’d organ zones and so on. Damage’s songcraft is tight and he employs a varité approach to his lyrics which at times are hilarious (“Big Man On Campus”), creepy (“Refrigerators”), tragi-comedic (“Tar Pond Monster”) and cyberpunkish “(Malfunction 54”). Here are two mp3s, but I imagine this is getting the wax treatment sooner than later.

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Brian Damage – George The Knight (1985)

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Brian Damage – Refrigerators (1985)

January 26th, 2010

Review :: Grand Trine – Sunglasses EP

Grand Trine
Sunglasses
(Divorce Records)
Montreal, QC
::web/sounds::


From the wish-I-had-a-tough-guy-leather-jacket stylings of Aaron Levin:
Monochromatic Youth, the vanguard of Grand Trine’s Bruised Tongue debut, captured their synthetic sans-wave pedigree at the cusp of their existence, posing the question: where now? Defying all expectations, Grand Trine returned with a barrage of brilliant psychedelic biker-punk transplanted from their phantasmagoric Montreal freak-clinic. Some wastoid time-warp seizure has them sounding like Marty McFly opening for the MC5; face-melting genre-collages, bursting celluloid solos, and decimating saxophone freak-outs; all of it wrapped in layers of frayed leather, busted zippers, and skitched sunglasses. Translation: Sunglasses is not for the faint of heart, mind, spirit, or stomach. All orifices will succumb to their unwholesome mutant hard-rock and I suggest you send all litigations directly to Divorce Records c/o Weird Canada legal services (but make sure to grip the 12″ vinyl (limited to 600 copies) as evidence of their crime). Now, if you don’t mind, I have a large mess near my stereo system to attend to.

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Grand Trine – I Am a Magnet

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