Live Bait: The Flaming Lips and Ariel Pink’s Haunted Graffiti

Photo By Stephen Winnemuller

Burton Cummings Theatre
September 21, 2010

People love a spectacle, and on Tuesday a spectacle is what people got as the Flaming Lips brought their raucous live show to Winnipeg’s Burton Cummings Theatre along with Ariel Pink’s Haunted Graffiti. It was loud, it was long, but most of all it was fun.
The evening began with L.A.’s Ariel Pink, who brought his DIY bedroom-recording aesthetic on stage for the first time in Winnipeg. One of the strengths of Ariel Pink’s entire project is its ability to force people to think critically about what they’re listening too. It doesn’t take long upon hearing The Doldrums or Worn Copy to notice that something is going horribly wrong in this music. His music is almost always a bloody mess, through which the listener is invited to wade through discovering one hell of a good song.  In concert, this mess was brought even further to the forefront. Whether it was through technical difficulties, off-key singing, or at times atrocious sound quality (done, I believe, both intentionally and unintentionally), Ariel Pink’s set kept the audience off-balance as everything appeared at all times on the verge of utter collapse. What surprised me most about this was that, in actually fact, it made for an even more rewarding live experience. Ariel Pink is sloppy. In fact in many ways it’s his sloppiness that makes him so loveable – introducing a sense of struggle and chaos into his blissful pop songs. Well on Tuesday, while blazing through a set comprised almost exclusively of songs from this year’s killer record Before Today, (the lone exception being “Gettin’ High in the Morning” from 2006’s House Arrest) it was Ariel Pink’s sloppiness that shone through most clearly.
And then there were the Flaming Lips. Exploding onto stage through the open legs of a woman projected onto their extremely large background screen, the Flaming Lips pummeled the crowd with a 2-hour set of some of their most jarring psychedelic songs. It was ridiculous. There were confetti cannons, giant balloons, streamers, a bear, giant hands with lasers shooting out of them and of course the space ball, all vying for the audiences full attention in front of an endless barrage of strobe lights (so powerful that it warranted a warning from Lips lead-singer Wayne Coyne prior to the concert), and dizzying video projections. It was a spectacle.
Unfortunately, as amazing, and as fun as the stage show was, the songs themselves were less so. Put blankly, the set-list could have been better, as the band decided to go, for the most part, with upbeat and in your face songs leaving out many of the more subtle elements of their catalog. (Nothing from The Soft Bulletin?  Really???) They wanted to blow us all apart, and their song selection was indicative of that, with the strongest moments coming from songs such as “She Don’t Use Jelly” or “The Sparrow Looks Up at The Machine.” What this made for in turn, was a tempo that simply could have been better maintained. That said, given how awesome the stage show was, the concert turned out to be a total blast, exciting for even the most stubborn of fans.

Jeff Friesen

Who are Karkwa? Winning the Polaris First, and Canadian Hearts Next.

Montréal alt-rock band Karkwa’s fourth album, Les Chemins de Verre, won the fifth annual Polaris Prize Monday night in Toronto – and their success is only the beginning of what could be an entirely new chapter both for them and for popular Canadian music. The Francophone quintet beat out an impressive list of nominees, among them Caribou (who won the prize in 2008), Broken Social Scene, Owen Pallett (who won in 2006 as Final Fantasy), Radio Radio, and Tegan and Sara.

The Polaris Prize celebrates the best Canadian album released in the previous year. Judging is based not on sales or genre, but solely on artistic merit. While the shortlist was selected by a 200-person jury of industry professionals, music bloggers, broadcasters, and journalists from coast to coast, the Karkwa was voted to the top by a grand jury of 11.  Their name comes from the phonetic representation of “carquois” – French for “a quiver of arrows” and Karkwa is the first francophone band to win the Polaris Prize.

Despite extensive touring and an enthusiastic following in France and Quebec, Karkwa has remained relatively unknown in the rest of Canada – until now. The band hopes that the Polaris Prize will prove to be the tool that helps them to bridge the dichotomy between anglophone and francophone Canadian music and achieve success on a wider scale.

Louis-Jean Cormier (guitar), François Lafontaine (keyboard), Julien Sagot (percussion), Stéphane Bergeron (drums), and Martin Lamontagne (bass) have been working together since Karkwa’s inception in 1998. The band quickly gained such appreciation that they were invited to perform in Paris for the Printemps du Québec cultural expo the following year. In 2001, after a brief hiatus, Karkwa was back on their feet and released their first album, Le Pensionnat des Établis. Les Tremblements S’immobilisent (2005) won them three Felix Awards, and Le Volume de Vent (2008) featured musicians Patrick Watson and Elizabeth Powell. Les Chemins de Verre was recorded overseas just outside of Paris at Studio la Frette, the same place where Feist and Plants and Animals put together their best-selling albums. Self-described as “organic and impressionistic,” the album’s lack of pre-planning was a way for the band to play with their music and work off each other in a truly creative, cathartic process.

They’re frequently compared to Sigur Rós, Radiohead, and Coldplay, but their ability to go from low-key, reflective, and experimental to fast-paced, heavy, rollicking, and impassioned is distinctly their own. Les Chemins de Verre is undoubtedly their most experimental and most powerful to date. The Polaris Prize has given Karkwa the exposure they’ve needed to get the rest of Canada to look at them. What the jury, and thousands of Canadians saw on Monday night, is that Les Chemins de Verre gives Karkwa new depth, interest, and power, while still retaining that universality that makes their songs work their way into your dreams.

Adrienne Yeung

Review: Wolf Parade – Expo 86

When Wolf Parade’s Apologies To The Queen Mary was released, it was as damn near perfect as an indie rock record could ever hope to be, falling somewhere in between Arcade Fire’s anthemic scope and Broken Social Scene’s hazy sprawl. 2008’s follow-up At Mount Zoomer, shifted into a murky swirl of dense, third-wave Brit pop and Springsteen-indebted rock. With it, the division between Spencer Krug and Dan Boeckner’s songwriting became clear, just barely balancing the record in a sort-of-adverse symmetry. But Expo 86 doesn’t fall into the same disjointed folly that Zoomer did. Instead, the album works as a convergence of their two voices—Boeckner’s raucous riffs are funneled through Krug’s disenfranchised brand of pop, the result as gripping as it is bizarre. Huge, lumbering hooks, like those found on “Little Golden Age” and “Yulia” rock in a way that Wolf Parade has never quite managed to on their previous efforts. The Krug-penned tracks retain his trademark knack for chatty, rambling lyrics, but backing them with Boeckner’s bluesy riffs and spinning them through some fleeting electronica results in something that, for all its layers, sounds organic and fluid. Boeckner and Krug have found a middle ground where they can co-exist cooperatively, rather than competitively, and they sound all the better for it. (Subpop, www.subpop.com) Kevan Hannah

Review: Born Ruffians – Say It

There are three avenues with which one could think about Say It. The first are the vocals, which often come off as constricted, high-pitched and unappealing, most evident on “What You Say.” This is the simplest criticism of the album. Musically, the instruments seem disconnected—most often, for some reason, the bass. When they do form any cohesion, it lacks any particular hook for the listener. It just is. Lyrically the songs are curious; most of the album sports songs that are four and a half minutes long, while the lyrics are only a few dozen words each. A good writer knows to pick their words carefully—Born Ruffians do so here; it is just simply a shame that they had not chosen better ones. The best thing one could say of this album is that at times it sounds like Vampire Weekend. At the same time, probably the worst thing you could say about this album is that it sounds too much like Vampire Weekend. The sound of Vampire Weekend demonstrates a keen ear for genre and how it can be properly integrated into pop music—skills which are not shown by Born Ruffians on Say It. (Paper Bag Records) Devin King

Blood, Brood, and Gore from Broken Pencil

Much love for Broken Pencil, a magazine that revolves around Canadian zines, writing, poetry and the arts. I gotta say, we go back a little while–I was digging around in our old filing cabinets and found an snarky review of an early Stylus mag in Broken Pencil. Heart!

But by far, Broken Pencil‘s biggest draw is now their annual Deathmatch–a country-wide literary gorefest where the winner is decided upon by readers online. And now the mag’s looking for submissions for their fourth year. They want your stories (between 1500 and 3000 words long) by December 31, 2010. Prizes include $300, publication in their Spring 2011 issue, and, the best perk of any battle royal, bragging rights. Check out their website for details.

And as a twist, Broken Pencil is looking for bands and new media artists to contribute to Deathmatch too. The spirit is the same but the deadline is November 15, 2010, and you can email Nathaniel G. Moore at [email protected] for more details.

There’s No Tits like

Mentioning Tangiers and DFA1979 in the same breath would normally make me feel nostalgic. However, after realizing that both bands have broken up years ago and have had a number of solo projects and offshoots, I’m getting alllllll geriatric up in this bitch.

Thankfully, with their new project Bad Tits, Sebastien Grainger and Josh Reichmann feel as sweet as they have at their most exciting Canadian underground-touring times, granted that they have their own reputations to live up to. Considering that Grainger’s previous projects were steeped in danceable hardcore and straight-up pop, and that Reichmann’s were of the garage rock persuasion, to hear and see something like the video for Bankok Hilton is pretty jaw-dropping–the first half sounds like it emerged from the shitgaze craze! Expect that song on the 7″ pictured above, titled Garbage Night on Hand Drawn Dracula and hopefully we can see some tour dates from them beyond Montreal and Ontario in the near future.

William Schaff – Lift Yr Skinny Fists

By Taylor Burgess

As Stylus found out in this interview, William Schaff is a musician too, but he’s most well-known for his album art. He has done the entire discography for Okkervil River, but most of us Brave New Waves-listening –and The Wedge-watching– punks were first thrown into his world after cracking open Godspeed You! Black Emperor’s Lift Yr Skinny Fists Like Antennas to Heaven! and witnessing the disturbing drawing of skull-masked presidents wagging their fingers and chopping off hands. Freud’s Bathhouse and Diner is getting more than 100 original zines of Schaff’s as the key attraction of their zine art exhibit and expo, I Know What My Weaknesses Are, Probably Better than You Do. Schaff took enough time to talk to Stylus over the phone from his Rhode Island studio where he works and sleeps.

Stylus: I read all about how you met up with Okkervil River, how you and William Sheff met because you almost have the same name, but how did you meet up with other bands, like Godspeed You! Black Emperor or the What Cheer? Brigade?
WS: Meeting with Godspeed was coincidental. I was in a band ages ago and we toured through Montreal, and we played at Hotel2Tango. We slept there, and in the morning this guy [Godspeed’s Efrim Menuck] popped out, we started talking. And I gave him one of those little books [that’ll be in the exhibition] because back then I always carried them around with me. Time passed on, and he asked me in an email if it was alright that used images from that book for his band’s album cover. I said yeah, go ahead, that means I don’t have to draw anything new for it, you’ve already got the images. Then I was sitting in New York, reading my Rolling Stone and I realized, “Wow these guys are huge.” I just finished another job for them this week. They’re curating a show for All Tomorrow’s Parties. I did the poster for them. It’s nice that they’re keeping in contact about stuff like that.
As for the What Cheer? Brigade: I’m a member of that band. There are so many people in that band and there’s no band leader, so everyone brings something different to the table. I hate booking shows, but I am able to create images for the band.
Stylus: What do you play?
WS:
I’m one of the six drummers, I play the quad drums. It’s a standard marching band instrument.
Stylus: On your Flickr page, you post playlists that you had listened to when you were making a piece. Do you feel it’s necessary to do that?
WS:
I have to listen to music when I’m working, it’s seldom there isn’t some sort of sound going on in the background. Like right now—well, I paused the DVD when you called—but I’m watching this documentary that I can’t figure out whether it is fake or not. It’s called Brothers of the Head; have you heard of this?
Stylus: No, not at all.
WS:
It’s about two conjoined twins, about their life, and they start a rock band together. It’s really something. Anyways, getting back to the question, I’m always listening to music when I’m working because it has the biggest influence on me. And as for posting my playlists, I do that because someone who likes a piece of mine might be interested in the music that I’m listening to and then maybe they could see how that music goes with the piece.
Stylus: What’s your opinion on street art?
WS:
I love good street art. I have absolutely no problem with graffiti, but I just hate bombing crews who are just putting their name everywhere. When I was in Berlin not too long ago, there was beautiful street art everywhere—but here in the U.S., it’s illegal, so nicer street art is harder to find. I do make some stencils once in a while, but by no means do I consider myself a street artist.
Stylus: I also noticed that you do a lot of mail art. Why did that interest you?
WS:
I originally started doing that because I got the internet way back when the internet wasn’t like it is now. I started drawing on envelopes because it took a good chunk of time while a page was loading up. Over time, I’ve gotten a lot of beautiful mail. I get a lot of bills, most of which I never open. But to see a wonderful package, amidst all those things that bring you down, it really brightens your day.
Stylus: Is there anything else you’d like to talk about?
[After a bit of small talk]
WS: Yeah, actually I’d like to talk about the gallery [Freud’s Bathhouse and Diner]. They’re reaching out to artists, and they’re taking all the steps to make it happen. They’re saying, “Yes we’ll ship it here, yes we’ll ship it back, yes we’ll insure it.” It’s really admirable because not many people would do that, and it’s amazing that they have the wherewithal to carry through with it all. So if I had something to add, it’s how thankful I am for people like Kristel and Mark, because I couldn’t do it without them.

You can see I Know What My Weaknesses Are, Probably Better than You Do opening tonight and showing until August 29 at Freud’s Bathhouse and Diner at 42 Albert Street.

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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Stylus vs. NXNE – Day 5: Patrick Goes Full Circle

By Patrick Michalishyn

So we get these emails every morning giving us the highlights of the day for NXNE. While Iggy Pop was this years’ “headliner” and De La Soul were closing out the night at the big free stage, I heard about show that happens every week in Toronto, a band who takes up a monthly residency at a different bar, playing only covers, some straight ahead, others mutated and mashed up with other known songs. The band’s name is Ancient Chinese Secret.


Ancient Chinese Secret is the latest band featuring the man who started the whole music geek in me running: Mr. Brian Connelly of Shadowy Men on a Shadowy Planet fame. And this was not your standard show. Brian, the nicest, most modest, fun and self-depricating musician-type that I’ve ever met, he and his band set up at the front of this tiny pub and just play. They don’t really talk until they announce they’re going to take a break between sets. Not looking for anything but to play to whoever’ll listen and have a beer when they rest their hands.

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Stylus vs. NXNE – Day 4: Patrick Takes Heed

By Patrick Michalishyn

I woke up late in the morning (early afternoon) in pain from rocking out too hard at the Astro-man? show last night. Shit, where’s the Robaxacet? No time to write, the only panel I cared to see was starting in two hours, across town at the Hyatt.

The panelists:
Henry Owings of the (in)famous Chunklet mag, Drug Racer Records, graphic designer (and it goes on and on).
Damian Abraham of Fucked Up, new dad, all around nice guy.
Nick Flanagan, moderator, singer of the Brutal Knights, comedian, and recent cripple (a skin-puncturing compound fracture that he got while performing. So punk!!)

The panel: “All of the Other Panels at NXNE Are WRONG.” The purpose: debunk all of the shit that every other panel tells you you need: “Finding a manager,” “The 360 Deal,” “Making a name for yourself,” and other horse-hooey that “the biz” says is a must when you want to start a band. Passion and the want to make music is the most important thing. Everything else you can pretty much do yourself. Yeah, EVERYTHING. Promote yourself, book your own shows, manage your cash, release your own records, get distro deals. EVERYTHING! The message was loud and clear from the get-go, but the three had 55 minutes left to make their point. Well…

Almost immediately, Damian took over moderating duties from Nick. Nick would jump in with random ridiculous comments and Henry would claim that they “knocked that one out of the park.” Three guys who know their shit, know what’s bullshit (almost everything) and aren’t afraid to mince words or take the piss out of anyone/thing that needs it. With a heap of humour. The panel was absolutely hilarious. Essentially three friends riffing off of each other and the list of names of the other panels. Sadly, the idea that was being bounced around before the panel started was that Damian, with wireless microphone, was going to crash other panels and report live from other rooms why they were bullshit. We even tested the range! It all boiled down to what the Big Boys ended their concerts with: “Go start your own band!”

I would’ve gone home and wrote about the previous day and got my reports in on time, but I got the option to go out for food and beer and record shopping with Henry, so I chose that instead. No brainer, right? Big geek, bigger heart, I love that man.

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