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Andy Kim Rocks Canada Day in the Beach

Andy Kim

Story by Natasha Slinko
Photo Credits by Natasha Slinko


Once again Andy Kim graced the stage at Woodbine Park in the Beach for the Red, White & Vinyl Festival, sponsored by Vinyl 95.3 and Kim absolutely wowed the crowds as he rocked the house for the Canada Day Celebration on July 1st. Everybody came out, over 200,000 strong, with umbrellas, chairs, coolers, sunscreen and kids in tow, to come and listen to their rock idols with a line-up of Dan Hill, Alannah Myles, Brass Transit, LightHouse and of course, the amazing Andy Kim.


I was able to catch Andy Kim's segment and what a show he put on. A true entertainer of the finest calibre, Kim knows how to connect with his audience on every level. At one point he invited anyone who could climb the barricade fencing to come and dance on stage - and they climbed over to the utter dismay of the security guards. Wee girls waving Canadian flags in honour of our special day, big burly men dancing to the beat, and women just dancing up a storm to "Sugar, Sugar." To the delight of his fans, Kim named his dancers His "Archies." Everyone was absolutely thrilled and beaming as they had their moment with Kim.

We Are Devo: Rocks NXNE

Devo 9

By Bill Delingat

Who can forget the “flower pot men” first sighted in the 80’s, well actually they were a group of students from Akron ,OHIO and they weren’t flower pots on the heads but “Devo Energy Domes” which, still today along with their new age sneakers, are still a big part of their merchandise.

Devo originally formed in 1973 and by 1980 had a hit with the single "Whip It’, and has maintained a cult following throughout its existence. Their style, a Sci - Fi, industrial art rock gave us the robotic musical look at their future.  The name "Devo" comes from their concept of de-evolution - the idea that instead of continuing to evolve, mankind has actually begun to regress, as evidenced by the dysfunction and herd mentality of American society.

Devo caught the attention of David Bowie, who loved the group and secured a record contract for them with Warner Brothers. Brian Eno, of Roxy Music Fame, produced their hit album “Q: Are We Not Men? A: We Are Devo!”.  That spawned remixes of hits like Mongoloid and the Stones “I Can’t Get No Satisfaction” and then the ional exposure with an appearance on Saturday Night Live, only a week  after the Rolling Stones, with Devo  performing "Satisfaction" and "Jocko Homo."

With a new CD released in 2010 “Something for everybody”, Devo is back out on the road and made a stop in Toronto at Dundas Square on June 18th for NXNE.

BIG SUGAR: Revolution Per Minute

Big Sugar

Bread And Water

So Gordie Johnson relocates to Texas and the reggae groove on Big Sugar gets deeper? Maybe Gordie was missing the band’s early years in the T.Dot when they first started mixing up electric blues with reggae grooves.

This first Big Sugar album in 8 years sure sounds like it.

Last year Gordie Johnson took time out from his country-metal project Grady to play a clutch of show with a hastily reunited Big Sugar. The experience was sweet enough to entice the crew back into the studio for a ‘reunion’ album, a concept that doesn’t often end with the best results.
Revolution Per Minute is not one of those. Instead, it’s everything you’ve ever liked about Big Sugar and more.

The Davey Parker Radio Sound: In A Land of Wolves and Thieves

Wolves

Unsigned

Parkdale’s newest countrified garage darlings have been busy making a name over the last year on the strength of their live show. Time for that debut album then and as such things go, this one isn’t bad.
For genre fans, this crew falls somewhere between Rockit 88, Catl and the Johnny Max Band. They come armed with dual guitarists/lead vocalists. Graeme Jones and Jason Fitzpatrick and a fondness for psyche rock and garage psychedelia 

While their playing styles are sufficiently different to make both necessary, the similarity between the voices of Jones and Fitzpatrick means some songs are never gonna be all they can be. Case in point, ‘Southern’ eases along on a grabby melody and an easygoing time signature but would have benefited from a more engaged vocal.

Same with the lyrics; you’d think a band which takes it’s name from a Dylan lyric (Check  ‘Trust Yourself’). would work a little harder on the narrative.
The times when the garage band aesthetic and a decent narrative come together are numerous enough to forgive the stumbles. Overall, the set does a decent job of conjuring up the boozy dance party that is a Davey Parker Radio Sound live show. Personal fave track ‘I Tasted Your Love’, is every bit as yummy sticky as it sounds.


James Lizzard

HANDSOME FURS: Sound Kapital

HANDSOME FURS

Sub Pop

The world-travelling duo of  Dan Boeckner and Alexei Perry who make up Handsome Furs are undeniably handsome and quite possibly furry. Both these qualities manage to find their way into this worldbeat techno pop sound and help save the act from their worst 80s selves.
Debut album. Face Control hit hard on both sides of the ocean, its tales of cold and desperate love struggling with synth passages that just wouldn't play it straight, sounded fresh and confident.
 
Overnight success only served to push them further off the beaten path. If the debut was Eastern-European inspired, Sound Kapital does very well by Southeast Asian and Chinese inflections, Which doesn’t necessarily mean it’s the sounds of those places which impact the Furs; what’s here can be read as the sound of the Furs interpreting the visuals and ambient noises of those cultures.

Worked over by Boeckner and Perry, the ever-flowing neon nightscapes, energy and street noises of Manila, Bangkok and Beijing are the jumping off points for Sound Kapital.
The tinny synth jangle is just right for suggesting the ringing of thousands of bicycle bells. In most cases, the songs are all about the electronica with Boeckner’s guitar used mainly to highlight and accentuate but rarely lead.

Lindi Ortega: Little Red Boots

Linda Ortega

Last Gang Records

Things are tight for alt-country female singers in the T.Dot at the moment, if only because there are so many good ones around. This makes it all too easy to overlook up and comers, especially if they don’t have big label support behind them, or Tweeter Nation on their side.

So do yourself a favour; don’t overlook Lindi Ortega. The Toronto native’s been building a fan base in the West End’s hipsterville for the last two years, working up a strong live set along the way.

Little Red boots does a great job of replicating Ortega kicking these tunes live, with all the fire that implies. Up tempo opening track "Little Lie" sounds fresh off the floor, Ortega coming with a countrified vocal then smoothly switches gears for the pop-centric  "When All the Stars Align".

You want geetar hooks? She brings ‘em large especially on “Jimmy Dean”, the title rack and the killer “Blue Bird”, the for-sure charter here.

For the closer, Lindi drops a bigass Patsy Cline-ish vocal on “So Sad”, the perfect amalgam of heartache and defiance, the twin themes defining most of the tunes in the set.

So the overall sound? Lucinda Williams and Neko Case getting drunk in Waylon Jennings studio. Or as the lady herself said;” A roadside motel love affair between old school outlaws and country darlings.’

James Lizzard

SAM ROBERTS BAND: Collider

Collider

Universal

Remember when Sam Roberts was gonna be Bruce Springsteen? Then the bottom fell out of the straight-ahead rock’n'roll market with the advent of the new prog rock (Arcade Fire, The Dears, Patrick Watson), Sam’s last pair of albums landed with a lack of impact.

This one should go far to restore Sam’s star in the heavens of cool.

Much is made of Collider as a return to roots but it's very rhythm oriented in enough places to beg that question. Also, in recent interviews Sam’s been going on about his deep interest in South and West African music of all genres. that he’d been listening to lately,

I guess the rootsy parts would be the easy peasy wide-screen sprawl, the guitar dominance and Roberts’s organic style of song writing. The new stuff’s in the grooves and the way Roberts is now constructing songs around their rhythm pulse. Dude’s writing groove rock, referencing back when Radiohead were a guitar band. 

It isn’t all changeups though; the fanbasers will drool on ‘Longitude’ whose searing layered guitars bring knives to this tale of a politely imploding relationship. Land of Talk vocalist Elizabeth Powell shows up to elevate the things in a duet with Roberts. And Streets of Heaven’ with its Springsteenian title delivers on that promise with solid rock riding on smacking bass lines.

One Hundred Dollars: Songs Of Man

One Hundred Dollars  Cover

Outside

If this is how One Hundred Dollars deals with the sophomore jinx, they should get out and court all other jinxes. Songs Of Man is a ten-song collection of alt-country, which raises the genre bar with both music and lyric.

The production is attentive and sympathetic; most of the effects focus on enhancing and showcasing Simone Schmidt's gravely, haunting voice. Essential, as the band tackles some heavy current issues and hers is the means to do so without coming over all judgemental.

“Black Gold’ looks at the price paid by the Fort McMurray oil workers, far from home and loved ones and beset by all the temptations money can buy. The elegant and sweetly melodic “Where the Sparrows Drop” focuses on a young couple separated by war and what longing and need can do to the strongest bonds. The music’s a mix of either traditional acoustic (Aaron’s Song’) or countrified rock (‘Waiting For Another’) and the band handles either approach with confidence and a love of playing.

It’s all liberally sprinkled with quirky arrangements and surprising time changes to keep things interesting. If they don’t do the trick, Schmidt’s winning ways with the bitter and the sweet will. Check the way she undercuts the classic country tropes of ‘Everybody Wins’ with caustic tongue-in-cheek lyrics.

Snailhouse: Sentimental Gentleman

Snailhouse Cover

Forward Music

Here’s yet another artist from the musical Petri dish that is Montreal except this one is no next new thing. Instead, as member of Wooden Stars and as a soloist Mike Feuerstack has been making music professionally for 15 years.

So why haven’t you heard of him before? Likely because when it comes to public acclaim for thoughtful, intelligent music, he’s closer to Ron Sexsmith than Justin Bieber.

It continues to be a slim market for roots Canadiana, which is the vague slot this collection most comfortably fits. The overall landscape here is atmospheric, broody, downtempo, questioning, with occasional outbursts of Beatlesque pop (‘Great Storyteller’ ‘Daydream’). You’ll be needing to look elsewhere for wicked hooks and bigass choruses. But when it comes to nuanced, introspective tunes, dude has his ducks in a row. 

The title track deserves is central place as touchstone for many of the other songs, a masterful evocation of yearnings with no place to go until maybe tomorrow. ‘Every Day’ is one such as Feuerstack opens up virtually acapella until instruments slowly fold into the weave leaving us with a track that would have fit perfectly on John Cale’s Paris 1919. 

Not everything here reveals its all at first glance and there’s a suspicion this album’s the kind that grows on a body with repeated listening. Come May 24, you’ll be able to test the theory when Sentimental Gentleman drops in Canada.

James Lizzard

Malajube: La Caverne

Dare to Drive

Dare To Care 

The first time I ever heard of these guys was when I stumbled into El Mocambo in Toronto one night and there were some hot, sweaty French guys rocking out on stage. They could do it too; hooky power rock with lotsa grunge garage riffs and loud, loud, loud. So after a while I could hear properly and ok, now I was primed for their English song. Which was gonna be the next one, right? No? Not the one after that either? So I just gave up waiting and danced till somebody Jaegered my Voivod t-shirt.

Since then I’ve seen them every chance I get and they still don’t sing a lick of English and it never really mattered. Because you don’t need to rock out in both official languages. Malajube proves either one will do. 

Which I’m thinking makes them a sweet choice for Canada’s Band now that The Tragically Hip is past it. Maybe les garcons were thinking the same thing in the studio with La Caverne, as it’s their most ambitious work yet. A little more pop than usual, kinda experimental, kinda Euro movie soundtracky and always with the good hook or two close to hand. 

They used to sound kind of like fellow Montrealers Parlovr but this album sounds more like The Dears but without the girl. Oh yeah, except for “Sangsues” which is all anthemic and Arcade Fiery. 

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