Stylus vs. NXNE – Day 3: Patrick in the Pit


By Patrick Michalishyn
All right, so I said I’d write for Stylus about my NXNE experience. And I did — eventually. As any reader of this fine publication would understand, when you have the chance to meet, hang out, befriend a musical hero, you take that chance. And on this trip I did. I’ve had some time to collect my thoughts and refine my writing in the “cool off” days following. I hope ya dig! – Patrick

Rumoured shows are wonderful… when they actually happen. There was a rumour that at this house-party/BBQ George Stroumboulopoulos would show up, that Broken Social Scene would all come, and that they’d be dragging along Pavement for a secret set. I decided to check it out. Even if none of that happened, the beer is free.

I make it down, pay my cover and go get a beer. Four bucks! So much for free. Estranged friend Chris Nelson (former “Going Coastal” guy) tells me that Strombo is on a motorcycle down to L.A., and the other two rumours are definitely just that.

I missed Sebastien Grainger’s new band Bad Tits, but I was told they put on a stellar living room show. I couldn’t tell you who else played though… the bassist from the Constantines has a new band and might’ve mentioned that the ‘Tines have run their course (exclusive!). Eventually we left that off-Vice party and headed for the Horseshoe for the Chunklet show.

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Stylus vs. NXNE, Day 2 – Patrick Sees Thee Oh Sees

By Patrick Michalishyn

I got a Facebook message back from Ralph Alfonso of Bongo Beat that he would be in town for the world premiere of Circa ’77: The Diodes a half-hour doc about the beginnings of the Diodes, as well as their end and the renewed interest and resurgence of this fantastic Toronto punk band. Lots of archival footage of them performing at the Crash & Burn Club (Canada’s first punk venue), interviews from their heyday, and lots of history. This all leads up to a reunion at NXNE a few years ago.

The movie kind of felt like an episode of really great TV, in the way that it packed in so much and covered so much ground in its short (27-minute) runtime. Hopefully it’ll come out with the Action/Reaction reissue (coming soon—hopefully—on Bongo Beat). So not only did I meet Ralph, who I’d been bugging about music stuff since I was 15, but three quarters of the Diodes were there for a Q&A.
Later that night was the Kelp Records Showcase at Clinton’s Bar. Local non-Kelpers Jennifer LFO played opened the show at 8 p.m.—playing to me, the bartender, the NXNE volunteer, and eventually Toronto Liam that I met at Jersey Boys a few nights before. It was a crying shame more people didn’t see them, but they played tight pop-rock with Acid Mothers guitar freakouts and Liz Phair-like duo-femme vocals. Liam an I went hoarse and had raw hands, giving them the volume-recognition they deserved. They thanked me by giving me their drink tickets. Unneccesary, but appreciated!

Near the end of that set, all of the Ottawans finally showed up: Andrew Swan, Jim Bryson, Mr. Kelp Records himself Jon Bartlett, Camp Radio and the man I’ve been listening to since I added “teen” to my age, Chris Page. You know when you meet someone who makes you love music so much that you pick up an instrument and learn to play their stuff? That’s who Chris Page is to me. He went up as soon as he walked through the door and played a half-hour solo set, sprinkled with songs from his four albums, plus a bunch of rarities found on the annual Kelp comps. I grinned like an idiot through the whole set, sang along, called out requests (and got a little tease of a Trapped song).

Then it was time for Camp Radio to take stage. Special surprise, they beefed up the power trio with two more guitarists (Jim Bryson and another guy I talked to for 20 minutes but forgot his name). It was gonna kill. I bought their album as soon as I heard it and couldn’t get enough. Now here, they kicked out more new songs from the forthcoming album than the old ones I’ve memorized and I couldn’t be more excited. They’re like a mix of the Nils and Superchunk, boundless energy, and a very beardy drummer. After they finished, it was hugs all around, and I kinda felt like the cousin who doesn’t get out to visit. I hope I get to see these guys again soon.
With two bands off my bucket list of “Bands to see before I die,” I walked over to the Great Hall to catch Thee Oh Sees. Brigid is more gorgeous than her pictures, Petey’s got that punk/intellect thing down, and the-man-that-never-rests John Dwyer, well he’s one of the coolest cats I’ve ever met. If you’ve never heard of the Oh Sees, here’s a quick overview. They’re from San Fran, their “breakthrough” album was called The Master’s Bedroom Is Worth Spending a Night In, and it’s a hell of a lot more frenetic than EVERYTHING that came before. Reverby surfy garagy punkrock’n’roll. They have records coming out every other month and everything sounds wonderful and unique.

Thee Oh Sees

I was right at the front of the stage, singing/sweating/dancing. They played a few songs from Master’s, “Block Oof Ice” getting the largest response. “Tidal Wave,” from the 7″ of the same name, got peoplethrashing and yelping. They even played the epic 15-minuter mind-melter “Warm Slime.” Some dude threw about 20 drinks on Dwyer and drummer Mike, and they got him back with one right in the face. The whole concert was absolutely insane. The only disappointment was that they played on the stage. Usually Thee Oh Sees set up in the middle of the floor, or in the bar, or in the lobby, or in the bathroom, and then just let’r rip, fans circling them and singing and playing their instruments. The stage show was still fantastic though, and after the show I got to hang out with them for about 45 minutes. I’m like a kid at Disneyworld right now, nothing’s gonna bring me down. If they ever come through Winnipeg, or if you ever have a chance to see Thee Oh Sees, never EVER pass it up. I’m gonna try and get some sleep now.

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: Frog Eyes – Paul’s Tomb: A Triumph


No, the members of Frog Eyes did not lack foresight when they agreed to subtitle this album “A Triumph.” Recorded live off the floor, Paul’s Tomb is Frog Eyes in complete control of the battlefield. Of course, frontman Carey Mercer (who now splits his time between Frog Eyes and his supergroup, Swan Lake) still struggles through each hard-won war cry, shooting what he calls “contrapuntal sharp blasts or hope” at anyone who dares to listen. The result is what is probably Frog Eyes’ most accessible album to date; and with an opening track (“A Flower in a Glove”) that surpasses nine minutes—not to mention Mercer’s characteristically cryptic lyrics howled at an inhuman pace—it’s really quite a feat. “Rebel Horns” has a thumping bass-driven hook that erupts into unrelenting walls of feedback, while “Violent Psalms” makes wonderful use of new band member Megan Boddy’s serene voice as a foil for Mercer’s affliction. Few fans of Frog Eyes will consider this album an equal to Mercer’s previous work (Folded Palm, anyone?), but Paul’s Tomb: A Triumph is another little victory for one of Canada’s most underrated bands. (Dead Oceans, www.deadoceans.com) Jonathan Dyck

Review: Kids on Fire – Kids on Fire

So let me tell you a story of this trio of Winnipeg puck-rock vets who drunkenly decide to make an album before they’re sure if they’re a band or not. The result is a pretty damn good debut of passionate beer-soaked punk-rock recorded right off the floor. While it’s not really groundbreaking, the band never the less are three great local punk-rock performers let loose. Hearing the fully unleashed versions of Steve Hallick (the Crackdown), the rambling vocal screams and guitar jangles of Ian Lodewyks (Subcity) and Leif Gobeil (Vibrating Beds) fierce punk-rock growls on tracks like “Celebration” are something to behold. Now that ’90s sytle SoCal-infused dirty punk rock is dwindling locally, KoF has the opportunity, the passion and the raw power to really capitalize on the sound. Lodewyks’s rambling gravely screams over spastic guitar and punchy basslines sets the stage with the lead off “Shotgun.” Bassist Leif Gobeil’s songs are a faster and fiercer brand of punk-rock with tracks like “White Collar, Fluorescent Lights.” Overall, the real standout track is “Grand Mystifier,” a lighter-hearted punk-rock ’n’ roll number with damn catchy guitar riffs and a great chorus. Hopefully these guys extend their bender and stick it out for another album. (Transistor 66, www.transistor66.com) Kent Davies

Flaming Lips coming to Winnipeg! (!!!!)

It’s really happening! Wayne Coyne and his troupe of musical hedonists will hit the stage at the Burton Cummings Theatre on September 21. The show is presented by CKUW and here are some relevant details:

THE FLAMING LIPS

With special guests

ARIEL PINK’S HAUNTED GRAFFITI

TUESDAY, SEPTEMBER 21 , 2010

BURTON CUMMINGS THEATRE

Doors: 6:30 Show: 7:30

TICKETS ON SALE FRIDAY, MAY 28 @ 10AM

Tickets at Ticketmaster and also Rogers Wireless Box Office.

Tickets (incl. GST) $25.00 & $45.00 (Plus service charges)

GENERAL ADMISSION ORCHESTRA / RESERVED BALCONY SEATING / ALL AGES

Review: Drive-By Truckers – Live From Austin, TX

drive by truckerslive-from-austin-txTaking the stage on Austin City Limits this time are Drive-By Truckers. First of all, I’ll get the technical aspects out of the way; the visual quality is good. It looks nice on the big screen television at my house, and the audio quality is great in my home theatre system. You can hear every instrument being played in detail. But what you really want to hear about is the music. The Drive-By Truckers could have very easily stormed the stage, and unleashed a three-guitar southern rock attack that could have made the studio look like it was hit by a tornado when they were through, but instead they opt to do a slow-building set. They start off very soft, very folk rock, and then build up from there, reaching the peak in the middle with “Putting People on the Moon,” a seven-minute southern rock epic that Lynyrd Skynyrd would be proud of, and “Space City,” one of the best country ballads you’ll hear anywhere. This CD/DVD set made me a fan of Drive-By Truckers (even though the CD contains only half of the 26 tracks on the DVD). (New West Records, www.newwestrecords.com) Charles Lefebvre