Ultra Mega’s long-delayed Dart EP

By Taylor Burgess

Tonight at the Lo Pub with Vampires and White Light Machine, Ultra Mega will releasing The Dart EP, their first record since their controversial Black Wu Jackets.

The sessions didn’t include drummer Ben Jones because he was busy with school and the recently-added guitarist Josey Krahn wasn’t a member yet, but singer/guitarist JD Ormond and bassist Conrad Petkau had a great deal of fun recording with Six Shooter signee Luke Doucet.

Doucet, who played the role of producer and played the drums for the EP, happens to have quite a special relationship with Ultra Mega. He’s Ormond’s brother.

“Sometimes when we were working in the studio,” says Ormond wistfully, “I would be looking at Luke and I’d just picture him like he was some punk in the West End and we were making songs you could double your friends on your BMX to.”

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Cannon Bros. – Just like Mario Bros.

By Taylor Burgess

Photo: Adrienne Huard
Photo: Adrienne Huard

Cannon Bros. are Cole Woods and Alannah Walker, who have lived pretty much their whole lives together—they’ve been going to the same schools since grade two and they both played on Oak Park’s water polo team. As Winnipeg scenesters might know, they’re also one half of the band the Playing Cards, a band that has been around since Walker and Woods were in junior high school.

So imagine my joy when I approach them at the Albert after one of their shows, Woods slams down an empty plastic tumbler on a table and says, “Alright, I’m good to go.”

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Nights of Noise: A Weekend Preview

Tonight, if you’re feeling adventurous/nostalgiac, the West End Cultural Centre is presenting the 100 Mile Musical Diet, including Magnum K.I. covering the Weakerthans’ Reconstruction Site in entirety and Paper Moon playing Red Fisher’s War Wagon in full. Homage or blasphemy? You decide. Starts at 8, and the West End don’t wait.

Also, at the Garrick tonight, powerpop powerhouses the New Pornographers are playing with the Mountain Goats. Seriously? Seriously.

This Friday, if you prefer to have your concept of music constantly rearranged, if you choose to get out of your dank humid basement (which we know is plastered with posters of esoteric bands and filled with shelves of complete Brian Eno discographies), you’ll find a couple of rad shows.

First up, a band that we covered in the newest Stylus, the experimental trio Radian from Vienna. send + receive and CKUW are bringing them to the WECC, where they’ll rumble off stuff from their latest record Chimeric, which, as Stylus writer Curran Faris put it, “deals with the fundamentals of rock music: energy, dynamics, and sheer volume.” They’re playing with the awe-inspiring Tim Hecker and Didi Bruckmayr. The show starts at 8, and FYI, the WECC won’t wait up for you, so don’t be late.

If, however, you are of the night owl variety, you could see new local noise outfit White Dog play with Blind Squab,and touring Spirit Abuse. Chris Jacques of White Dog sent us an email about it (including a video of one of Spirit Abuse’s solo escapades), so we’re assuming that he’s pretty excited, and if he’s excited, then it’s something to get excited about. That’s happening at the Plug-In I.C.A. at 10 p.m. for $5.

And lastly, two gentle Toronto bands of the indie pop variety will be slaying the Rudolf Rocker this Sunday. The Phonemes and Metal Kites are going to be supported by Ingrid Gatin, and it’s going to be a big good old fuzzy pop time.

New Wavves Tune: “Post Acid”

San Diego’s Nathan Williams has already run the career gamut from bedroom recording project to freaking out onstage on some heavy drugs–in less than a couple of years yet. However, he’s about to make his third album, King of the Beach, a cleaned-up production-wise album, and he’s recruited Jay Reatard’s rhythm section. (What makes it stranger and more socially awkward is that they joined Wavves before Reatard died at age 29.) So here, in all of its streaming glory, is “Post Acid,” the first track from the album.

Imho, it sounds dangerously close to Sum 41. And, as a side note–this single is on Mountain Dew’s Green Label Sound imprint which has a ton of indie artists on it.

Radian – Drum and Buzz

By Curran Faris

Most musicians shy away from harsh, jarring sounds; sounds that jolt the listener out of complacent listening and either send them running for the eject button or immediately capture their attention. Bursts of static, buzzing circuitry, haywired electronics, white hot cymbals, fragmented beats—this is the sonic world Austria’s Radian have been exploring for over a decade.

Not that Martin Brandlmayr (percussion, vibraphone, sampler), Stefan Németh (guitars, synthesizers) and John Norman (bass) deal in the same audio terrorism of Merzbow or Prurient – it’s quite the opposite. Radian strike a delicate balance between experimental noise, IDM, post-rock and jazz. Over a several email exchanges, percussionist Martin Brandlmayr spoke about the new direction of their latest record, Chimeric, the creative process, and channeling the energy of rock music.

Radian’s 2004 effort, Juxtaposition, was an exercise in restraint. Delicate melodies floated amidst swirling electronics and Brandlmayr’s highly syncopated, skittering brush work. Through a process dubbed “microrecording,” the band also incorporated very quiet, textured sounds, only to amplify and digitally arrange them against the bass, drums and synth. The result is a sound both microscopic and symphonic. Imagine glitch-kings Autechre jamming with Tortoise, while prepared-guitarist Kevin Drumm dissects his instrument in the next room. However, after an extensive touring schedule the band took a five-year hiatus to re-examine their sound.

“After Juxtaposition we played a lot and there was a point to where we came to a dead-end in our live performances,” said Brandlmayr. “You know, our pieces are structured into every little detail, so it’s a very clear choreography every one of us has to execute – especially me. I was starting to think about other things during performances, to not be totally involved in the music. A very bad sign.”

The band’s break also removed any lingering creative tendencies the band had fallen into. Brandlmayr said this disruption of musical routines led to the creation of Chimeric.

“We started to play with chaotic structures, which was totally new [for us],” he said. “Everything was about control and pure construction; every little detail was chosen very carefully and usually it took us very long to find the right spot within and arrangement for every sound. Now we started to improvise in the rehearsal space and recorded sessions.”

Brandlmayr added that the chaos and improvisation resulted in a much louder, electrified sound.

“This time we turned the volumes of the amps up. Stefan was playing a lot of guitar this time. We used wild feedbacks and fully played drums. This was a very exciting new path for us.”

Once the basic material was recorded, the band set to work processing, splicing and arranging the raw sounds, perhaps best summarized by Chimeric’s opener “Git Cut Noise.” A burst of blown out guitar is abruptly silenced, leaving only analogue hum and tape hiss, before a lone floor-tom and shimmering cymbal summons its jagged reoccurrence; a universe of sound spliced into quick snippets. Within moments, the disparate elements begin to lock into a sharp rhythm, full of quick stops and unexpected silence. Out of nowhere, Brandlmayr’s drums, recorded totally in the red, launch the band into a woozy lurch for about five seconds until guitar feedback blots out almost every instrument and the whole pattern begins anew.

What is nearly impossible to articulate on paper is best described by Brandlmayr himself: “You can hear these wild guitars and brutally played drums, but it’s like windows open and close–you just get a short look into it. Blocks of noise, in between silence.”

Radian’s masterful use of space and silence is the audio equivalent of a strip tease; a glimpse is revealed as swiftly as it is obscured. The results are just as engrossing.

“Basically, I’m working with omitting sonic objects. It’s like having a second track running in my head with all sonic objects that don’t appear in the music, that are thought only. This creates a sort of tension that I love. Silences that can be filled again by the imagination of the listener,” Brandlmayr said.

Yet Chimeric isn’t all tension. “Feedbackmikro/City Lights” offers the listener a much-welcomed release, if only for a moment. Eerie synths, atonal harmonics and dark basslines lock into a hushed, infectious drum pattern while a gentle, haunting melody is hammered out on the vibraphone. But chaos is never far away, as Stefan Németh’s heavily distorted synths spew sonic asphalt all over everything. These dynamic and dramatic gestures, said Brandlmayr, were inspired by rock ’n’ roll.

“I think on this album we’ve been dealing with rock energy,” he said. “[It’s] a basic attempt to capture energetic playing, but putting it into a hybrid context.”

Put another way, Radian is dealing with the fundamental essence of rock: energy, dynamics, and sheer volume. Only the trio manages to strip these elements to their very core and re-arrange them in new and surprising ways while maintaining a sound that is utterly and completely musical, even when Radian is at their most cacophonous.

“I believe that a lot of what music makes magic or intense can be analysed and created in a conscious way,” continued Brandlmayr. “On the other hand, a lot can’t be constructed. It’s a matter of the moment and loss of control, just letting things go. But you can analyse the result. That’s what interested me most on the work for this record, to have this sonic ‘photograph’ of a moment and have the opportunity to carefully analyse them, taking them apart and reassemble them in a new way.”

While Radian may be expanding the sonic realm of rock, Brandlmayr is quick to draw the line on comparisons.

“The music deals with rock music, but it’s not at all rock music.”

Don’t miss Radian perform live at the West End on June 11 with Tim Hecker and Didi Bruckmayr.

Review: Dum Dum Girls – I Will Be


The great thing about I Will Be is that there isn’t anything wrong with it. Basically, it’s full of Shangri-Las-style harmonies sung at the Ramones’ speed, with band leader Dee Dee singing lyrics almost always including the word “baby.” Perfect. This debut album from the L.A. librarian is another home-recording-project-gone-big, like Little Girls’ Concepts or Wavves’ Wavvves, but whereas those two albums sometimes got too caught up in their own self-importance or post-punk influences (Joy Division and Wipers respectively), I Will Be is just ten tracks of straight-ahead pop, and one ballad cover of Sonny Bono to finish off the disc. The not-so-great thing about I Will Be is that if there are any songs to be called ‘stand-out tracks,’ they only stand out incrementally from the others. “Jail La La” and “Blank Girl” are two of the catchiest in the bunch, but they’ve got the same basic drumbeat and the same chords as every other song. But if you like music like ’70s punk bands and ’60s girl groups is that really going to deter you anyways? (Sub Pop Records, www.subpop.com) Taylor Burgess

Review: Dr. Dog – Shame, Shame


Dr. Dog’s sixth album in many ways feels like an album of firsts. In addition to it being their first album under the Anti- umbrella, it is also the first album to not be produced by the band themselves, instead relying on an outside producer. While sometimes this can cause problems, it is not the case this time around. The album feels more focused and to the point, removing some of the excesses that bogged down their previous albums. There are no psychedelic soundscapes to distract you as you listen to the album, allowing you to pay attention to the music. And the music that Dr. Dog makes is great. They’ve always sounded like a band from the late 1960s that entered a time machine and started recording today, and they still keep that sound on the album. You still get great harmonies from Toby Leaman and Scott McMicken mixed with songs that feel drawn from real life, and backing music to tie it all together in an enjoyable package. Fans of Brian Wilson, Spoon, and Novillero will find the most enjoyment in this album. (Anti-, www.anti.com) Charles Lefebvre

Review: Mose Allison – The Way of the World


With the return of musical legend Mose Allison to recording after a dozen year absence the world can almost be considered a slightly more refined place. With his place in musical history firmly established two generations or more ago he has returned to recording not with a flourish but with his usual skill, aplomb and of course, humour. The Way of the World finds the august piano man working with a rootsy combo that stays out of the way of the architect allowing him just enough able support to make every song take on a distinct personality of it’s own. Opening with the cute “My Brain” replete with its acquired “My Babe” blues arrangement, Allison begins the set with a journeyman’s skill and wit. Is it jazz? Is it blues with a feeling? You will be the judge but with the added credibility of his songs being covered over the years by the Who, the Clash, Leon Russell, Blue Cheer and Van Morrison you know you are heading for the ground zero of cool iconoclasts. A most enjoyable album that commands respect and even reverence, The Way of the World is a poignant yet carefree statement from a master not yet lost to the ages. (Anti-, www.anti.com) Jeff Monk

Review: Archie Bronson Outfit – Coconut


Instead of boring you with the standard-issue disc review usually presented here, and since this new, long-awaited Archie Bronson Outfit album is just so darn entertaining, I have chosen to break down my thoughts into easily digestible chunks. Let us know your thoughts in the usual fashion. This will give allow you to get back to texting quicker.
• The grinding sonic plunge of opening track “Magnetic Warrior” is just that.
• Classic Echo and the Bunnymen pop meet Jesus and Mary Chain danger-fuzz.
• Interesting, clank arrangements that marry a somewhat jarring intensity with nervous beats and hazy vocals yelping rather preposterous lyrics.
• “Wild Strawberries” = echoed menace roiling… high note bass smacks!
• A dissonance of sound that skirts the danger zone between pop and distorted, angry indie-rock.
• “Chuck” is Echo and the B’men for a new generation, chock full of single note guitar and blind bass pulsation designed to stick in your memory.
• Fans of the older school will cherish the herky twitch of the ABO’ style
• The only quasi-ballad in the set is called “Hunt You Down.” Love as an attack.
(Domino, www.dominorecordco.com) Jeff Monk