- See Hear Believe
- (Self Released)
- Toronto, ON
From the tentacle love of Jesse Locke:
Greydyn Wolfcow’s freak-scene vicennial continues to whorl in a morphological vortex. This 20-song churn-a-thon sees members of Bile Sister, the ‘cans and Man Made Hill join the bone gang for another round of pop trope perversion. Casio presets have never sounded this sinister, while the vocal affectations range from prime-era P. Orridge to Canada’s shock-opera subcultural ambassador. Grip this shimmy disc and see, hear, believe.
De l’amour tentaculaire de Jesse Locke:
Depuis presque vingt ans, Greydyn Wolfcow et sa bande à part tournoient continuellement dans un vortex morphologique. Pour ce nouveau malaxe-thon de vingt pièces qui déforment allégrement les figures de style de la pop, Wolfcow s’allie à des membres de Bile Sister, The Soupcans et Man Made Hill. On n’aura jamais entendu des préréglages de Casio aussi sinistres, tandis que le chant rappelle autant les belles années de Genesis P-Orridge que l’ambassadeur sous-culturel de l’opéra-choc canadien. Saisissez ce disque pour voir, entendre et croire.
From the gas-soaked torch of Christopher Laramee:
Having evolved from the one-man band of Pete Grier into a four-piece, Caves gets pastoral quick on this full-length. Think Flying Saucer Attack’s rural drip-gaze nuzzling up to Yo La Tengo’s midnight skyline drone anthems. “Concrete Teeth” drowns in its own gooey dub treatments, indistinct vocal lines swirling into the keyboard and guitar loops whilst achieving full infinity with a shrug. The overall effect of this laid-back listen is a wonderful assimilation rather than a hobbled clobber over the skull. Pleasant, distant and kinda threatening like driving around the suburbs at dusk. Some fine bleed for the last drink before bed. Geez, now I’m thirsty!
From the new future of Jesse Locke:
Nick Maturo of Sundrips whisks on his technicolour dreamcloak for this solo excursion into the expanding universe. Gliding throughout the vast expanses of a c52, he shows off a grab bag of tripper techniques from overloaded circuitry to idyllic ecstasis and an unsettling blast of shortwave in the hallowed tradition of “86 Commercial Trash.” Run this shit and reprogram your mind, cuz tonight we’re gonna party like it’s 2274.
From the circular maths of Benoit Poirier:
A space-disco crusade initiated by members of Montreal heroes Les Georges Leningrad and Duchess Says, this 12-minute one-sided 12” from Quatro is the first of a tetralogy — for everything is in everything is in everything is in everything. Brought back from a glorious past, the championing synths’ chivalrous grooves are enlightened by the prowess of a guitar that sublimes its hard rock hints into space to form a pentaptychal constellation, which progresses through a dancing wallop and ends with a BANG. Sexy, tormented and dangerous, Quatro’s first wax blast reminds us that disco has been shaking Quebec’s booty for a while, and still does en tabarnac.
Quatro – Les éclairs me donnent la vie (5 pistes)
- Bobo Boutin
- NYX Vol. 1
- (Self Released)
- Montreal, QC
Pour commander votre copie ultra-personnalisée qui vient dans un Ziploc avec un morceau de miroir brisé, mettez 10$ dans une enveloppe et envoyez ça au 6287 de Lorimier, Montréal, H2G 2P5. Email Bobo – firstname.lastname@example.org.
From the consubstantial magic of Benoit Poirier:
A consubstantial magician, Les Georges Leningrad’s ex-drummer Bobo Boutin is way more than Les Georges Leningrad’s ex-drummer: a Xerox and colorful drawings collagist, he has also been scratching and scorching sound machines in a similar fashion for many years, solo, from his Commission Scolaire Du Rouleau À Pâte. Adjective gallo-fi that gets into your stereo like an uninvited house guest, gives some creative affection to your synth and leaves you with stars in your ears, like a masked Klaus Schulze putting his cosmogonic considerations aside to delve deeper in the beauty of the basement – it’s dark there, but, trust me, you’ll feel safe.
To order your ultra-personalised CD-R, which comes in a Ziploc with a piece of shattered mirror, put 10$ in an envelope and send it to 6287 de Lorimier, Montréal, H2G 2P5. Email Bobo – email@example.com.
Catch Bobo live at this year’s Wyrd MTL on June 14th – where he will sing!