Stylus at NXNE, Day 1: Eagles of Death Metal and Small Sins

By Patrick Michalishyn

Hi, I’m Patrick, and I’m writing about my North by North-East experience for Stylus. Originally, I was just flying out to see Man… or Astro-man? perform at the Horseshoe, but my editors suggested I try for a media pass. Well, holy shit, it worked! So my stay was extended, my Toronto cherry was popped, and now I’ve gotta report back daily so I don’t get blacklisted. I hope I don’t bore you.

My basic rules:

TAKE EVERY OPPORTUNITY
If I’m invited to a show/BBQ/party, I go (unless I have previous plans). Basically, I’m not allowed to wimp out. No “pulling a Patrick.”

AVOID SHITTY BANDS
With over 650 bands playing NXNE, the chances of seeing crap are high. I’m trying to avoid that. So the bands and shows I’ll be reviewing will most likely be positive since it’s all stuff I want to see.

MAKE CONNECTIONS
You never know who’s in the know. Whether it’s Man… or Astro-man?’s secret performance at Sneaky Dee’s, or a healthy rumour of a free Pavement set at an afternoon BBQ, or… shit, was I not supposed to tell?

PLAN AHEAD
Make a list of who you need to see, where they’re playing, and how long you need to get there. Logistics and common sense. If it’s gonna be a huge show, get there early. If two bands you want to see have conflicting schedules, see if one’s playing on another night. Give yourself time for transportation.

PUBLIC TRANSIT IS YOUR FRIEND
Winnipeg: our city planning and transit system suck. Not so much in Toronto. The city is a grid and the transit lines run on time (and frequently!). You just need to know the direction you’re travelling and the name of your stop (if additional help is needed, there are posters everywhere). Buy a pass for the week and keep it with your ID.

I got my media pass and swag bag, and during the long wait for both I ran into Andy Maize (of the Skydiggers, super affable dude), plus local wunderkinds Stephen Carroll (Weakerthans) and Shaun Gibson (Details). I love running into people I know in a place I’ve never been.

The only plan for the day, NXNE-wise, was deciding what kick-off party to attend. The big two were Eagles of Death Metal with Small Sins at the Phoenix or Karen Elson at El Mocambo. The guy at Rotate This said he’d sold out of tickets, and I’d only be interested in seeing if Jack White would be there supporting his wife (stranger things have happened). So I opted for the Eagles.

The show started promptly at 10 p.m. with Toronto’s Small Sins. Apparently this was their first show in a year and a half, but you wouldn’t know it. They were hella tight. Arranged in almost olympic-rings pattern on stage, these guys were kinetic on stage. Lots of dancing and harmonizing and smiles, with extra extra handclapping. Holy hell, there was a lot of handclapping. Musically, they ran the gamut between slower, atmospheric rock ‘n’ roll to super energetic Hall and Oats-like pop. Oh, and lots of good humour. They were the first to call themselves on being mismatched on a lineup with Eagles of Death Metal. Small Sins are a great band and they had people bouncing around, but you could tell the crowd was there for Boots & Co.

And at 11 o’clock, the Devil himself appeared. You know what to expect at an EoDM show: lots of southern-sex boogie-rock ‘n’ roll led by the charismatic-as-fuck preacher Jesse Hughes. I’ve never been disappointed with them. Plumes of pot-smoke filled the front of the Phoenix. The girl beside me took off her pink D-cup bra and hurled it at Hughes. It landed perfectly over the neck of his guitar during a song. He laughed, thanked the ladies in the audience, and hung it on the kick-drum like a trophy. He would pull the girls up onto the stage for a quick kiss and send them off to watch stage-side and soon girls were just climbing on up there on their own. Amazing showmanship every time, they know how to bait an audience. What a party! The only downside with any EoDM show are the meathead douchebags that feel like they’ve gotta flail and crash into everybody around them. Otherwise, kick-off was a success.

Come back to stylusmagazine.ca daily for Patrick’s NXNE updates!

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.

Weird Shit with Kent Davies – The Case of Levitt vs. Coward

By Kent Davies

Just in case you missed it, a few months back members of noise bands Teeth Mountain and SHAMS set the internet on fire with their appearance on TV courtroom show Judge Judy. Kate Levitt of Teeth Mountain spun the horrific but nevertheless amusing tale of SHAMS frontman Jonathan Coward drunkenly killing her cat with a TV in front of a less-than-impressed Judge Judy. Although the appearance by Levitt and Coward was brief, the clash between the two weirdo noise artists and the crusty no-nonsense Judge is surreal, hilarious and of course just plain weird. From Judge Judy’s inferred accusations regarding Levitt’s fidgety behaviour to the leather-clad, long-haired Coward refuting the accusations of feline homicide, the show had it all. Even noise-punk Brian Blomerth a.k.a. Narwhalz (Of Sound) makes an appearance as a character witness for Coward, calling the Judge “Mama” and accusing Kate of the crime of leaving her underwear on the counter.

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Jazz Fest Preview – May We Recommend?

Editors’ picks for stuff you should see during the 2010 TD Winnipeg International Jazz Festival.

THE ROOTS

They may be a household name now due to their supporting role on American network late night TV, but the Roots could’ve sold out the Pantages long before they became Jimmy Fallon’s house band. Questlove, Black Thought and company have been reshaping hip hop for 20 years, unapologetically injecting jazz and rock into their mix of rhymes and beats. These genre-busting Philadelphians are unparalleled live instrumentalists—as Late Night fans already know. Given how hard they rock from the sideline, you know we’re in for it when they hit centre stage. (Monday, June 28 @ Pantages Playhouse Theatre, 8 p.m., $64.50)

MARTHA WAINWRIGHT

You know about Martha and her uncommon pedigree—daughter of Kate McGarrigle and Loudon Wainwright III, sister of Rufus. You know about her frank, songwriting and raw vocals. This year at the Jazz Winnipeg Festival, you’ll see another side of this captivating singer. This time, Martha is Edith—Piaf, that is, the legendary French chanteuse. Wainwright recorded Piaf classics for her latest live album, Sans Fusils, Ni Souliers, à Paris, and she will recreate those performances for a Winnipeg audience. Opening the show is singer/pianist duo José James and Jef Neve. (Sunday, June 27 @ Pantages Playhouse Theatre, 8 p.m., $41)

ELISAPIE ISAAC

Tri-lingual Elisapie Isaac brings a dazzling and dense range of influences and inspiration to her music. Inuk by birth, she was raised in a northern Quebec Inuit community. She’s been a journalist, a filmmaker and half of the folk duo Taima, but now she’s struck out on her own with a solo record, There Will Be Stars. You’ll have two chances to experience her charming and transporting folk-pop (sung in English, French and Innu) on two occasions during the festival. Don’t miss out. (Sunday, June 27 @ Old Market Square, 7 p.m., free and later @ Aqua Books, 9:30 p.m., $12 adv./$15 door)

DEERHOOF

The record-conscious kids these days agree on just about everything these days—but I guarantee that if you force a group of stubborn people to choose their favourite Deerhoof record, there’s going to be one hell of a knife fight. There’s the absurd Milk Man, which has since been turned into a kids’ play, The Runners Four, their huge double album which is closest they’ll ever come to making pop songs, or the kitchen-sink attitude of Reveille—hell, you could justify any album they’ve made. This San Francisco four-piece has been around for more than 15 years and they’ve released 10 albums that can only be summed up as non-commercial rock and pop. Playing with time signatures, electronics, or harmonies, Deerhoof have done it all—yet they’re still known best for tearing it up onstage as a four-piece band. (Monday, June 28 @ Pyramid Cabaret, 9 p.m., $15 adv./ $18 door)

THINK ABOUT LIFE and BONJAY

The Sunday night show of the Club Series is going to be quite the rowdy time. Think About Life, Canada’s finest sampler-and-synth-based band, is always bursting with energy, and singer Martin Cesar has more than enough personality to spare. A quick listen to the killer-catchy songs “Sweet Sixteen” or “Havin’ My Baby” off their latest album Family should be enough to convince that they’re worth seeing. But if that band isn’t enough to tickle your fancy, there is also Bonjay, an electronic Toronto duo steeped in dancehall and R&B. The duo began simply to play parties, but now they’re a full-fledged project, with thousands of followers and recordings to their name, which play out like an even more chill version of Santigold. (Sunday, June 27 @ Pyramid Cabaret, 10 p.m., $15 adv./$18 door)

KID KOALA PRESENTS THE SLEW LIVE

True, true, there’s an awful lot of novelty wrapped up in the premise of this concert—under the name the Slew, Kid Koala and Dynomite D made the soundtrack to a film using nothing but biting rock albums and their sweet turntable skills, only for the film never to be released. Enter Wolfmother’s rhythm section. They dig the Slew’s music, they start playing together and voila, they’re all taking the show on the road. But despite all those pretenses, if the live show delivers anything close to the record that the Slew released, it’ll be one hell of a blow-you-out-of-the-water experience. Most of the songs are driving, in-your-face, and heavy-hitting like Wolfmother’s rock tracks, but it’ll maintain all of the quirk of Kid Koala that you’d expect—not to mention Kid Koala and Dynomite D dueling on not four turntables, but six. (Thursday, July 1 @ Pyramid Cabaret, 10 p.m., $18 adv./ $20 door)

Frog Eyes

by David Nowacki

Carey Mercer is a personal hero of mine and he could be yours, too. He is the owner of an idiosyncratic wail and writer of equally unique songs. You might be listening to a Carey Mercer song if you find yourself wondering how a trombone learned how to sing and also how it got so angry, or if you find a palpable feeling of dirt and despair emanating from the words. You can easily pick him out of any musical project he’s ever been involved with. Even in the formative days of his first group Blue Pine, the aural aesthetic distinctly attributable to Carey Mercer has been evident. And since Frog Eyes’ first album, The Bloody Hand, he has taken that sound and with every album honed it and grown and explored the boundaries of what he could do with it—which, in practice, has proved to be fantastic and interesting and weirdly beautiful. Frog Eyes’ latest album, Paul’s Tomb: A Triumph, marks a more majestic, epic sound and a further step forward in the oeuvre of Mercer. He also (very occasionally) blogs, and writes opinion pieces such as one lambasting a gag clause in the contracts of the musicians who played the Olympic closing ceremonies. I tried to contain my fanboyishness as much as possible as I telephoned him in the faraway land of British Columbia.

Stylus: I’ve been noticing the more recent albums, Paul’s Tomb and Tears of the Valedictorian, you’ve been tending towards longer songs. Why do you think this is?
Carey Mercer:
That’s not something that we set out to do, but I think it’s an after-effect of a general move to explore space a little bit more. So it’s maybe it’s good to think of, like, songs almost like the super-slow movement of an accordion. So on The Folded Palm, or The Golden River or The Bloody Hand, it’s the same songs, they’re just really condensed. It’s like, if we were to take some of those songs and stretch them out and build up the instrumental parts, which is what we’re doing now, you probably actually would end up with nine-minute songs. Maybe even more. There might be actually a lot more ideas in those early songs, I don’t know. [Laughs.]

Stylus: Do you think of your music a whole, continuing, ongoing piece, or is each album its own insular little world?
CM:
I would say that each album is its own insular little world. But when I’m done an album, that’s it with that record, and those songs forever live on that record. And it’s kind of weird sometimes to pluck them out of a record. Say, in a live set, you’ll take a song from The Folded Palm and chuck it in to the middle of all these other songs. I don’t know, there’s something kind of odd—it’s not so odd that we don’t do it, but I always have to re-orient myself once the song is done. That’s the nice thing, also, about playing with different people, is that the song changes so much anyways because someone else is playing the bass line, or someone else has taken the piano line and put it up onto electric guitar.

Stylus: Being a Canadian musician—and it doesn’t really matter if you feel terribly connected to the country itself—you’re going to be sort of labeled as a Canadian Musician, in articles and reviews and that sort of thing- do you actually feel any sort of connection to the country you live in? Do you feel like you are a Canadian Artist?
CM:
It’s such a complex question. I was watching the Olympics close, and I just couldn’t understand, I just don’t get it. I don’t even understand what Canada is, you know? Is it health care? Is it Stephen Harper? Is it the sheer geography of the place? But then, it’s so massive. How do you condense that into a single emotion? And this is why I find that kind of like, herd instinct displays of pomp really actually troubling, because it’s this massive outpouring of really, really intense, heartfelt emotion towards essentially meaningless symbols, and when that happens people are put in a place where they can be easily manipulated because they’re feeling so hard, but they don’t even really know what they’re feeling. I feel incredibly connected, in my own life, to where I live. I love it. I love the region that I live in. I mean, Vancouver Island is bigger than Switzerland. So, if you’re from Switzerland, you’re Swiss, and I think in your mind it’s quite easy to sum up what that means. Just as it would be easier for me to say, to talk about Vancouver Island, or you could talk about the Red River area, right? I don’t know anyone who’s from Moncton or Saint John, and I don’t know why if I see someone from Moncton or Saint John or Halifax walking down the street I should put my arm around them, start weeping [laughs], and start singing “O Canada,” you know? It’s a lie. Nationalism is the most pervasive lie, and it’s the one unifying aspect of history. There seems to be at the heart of all of the totalitarian regimes too, Great Mother Russia. Actually, the only thing that really unites Canadian musicians might be something like FACTOR, or SOCAN. That small fact that we are all able to apply on some kind of equal status for some funds. At least there’s that.


Stylus: The Internet: good thing/bad thing? From a musician’s standpoint.
CM:
Good and bad. It’s like saying Planet Earth: good or bad?


Stylus: But for you personally, I mean, I know you’ve gotten into the internet culture a bit, you’ve got your blog, which, albeit, isn’t updated too often, but there is that involvement. Has it benefitted you as a musician, do you think? A lot of artists find detriment in the fact that anyone can get their album for free.
CM:
I can’t answer that question. Truthfully answering it would necessitate being able to see what the world would be like without the Internet. And actually, when I think about it, probably the most rewarding things that we’ve done with Frog Eyes has been, you know, like we went to Tel Aviv, we went to Moscow, and when we played, kids totally knew our music, and there’s no way that they would have known it without the internet. So, in that sense, it’s good. But in the other sense, it’s really too early to break out the party hats. We need to figure out an economic model that works for the Internet.

Stylus: Do you have any statements about the record you’d like to make?
CM:
No. [laughs] Not really. Just, in general, I don’t really like talking about music too much.
Stylus: Your own music, or just music in general?
CM:
Music in general. Its beauty is in its mystery. You just can’t. You just lose every time you try to.

Jazz for Humanity

By Kaeleigh Ayre

Being a co-executive director of an organization is not something every 20-year-old can put on their resume, but Rayannah Kroeker can. The fourth-year University of Manitoba jazz voice student is an up-and-coming presence in the Winnipeg jazz scene. When she’s not in class or participating in world development conferences, she can often be found performing with the Retro Rhythm Review or Winnipeg Jazz Orchestra. Since 2007 she has been putting her all into presenting Jazz for Humanity—an annual concert with a conscience.

Jazz for Humanity has blossomed into a multi-disciplinary event, but it began with a trip to Rwanda. Kroeker and her classmates were inspired to give back to the community they experienced there. With her friend Katrine Dilay, Kroeker helmed the inaugural Jazz for Humanity concert at Collège St. Boniface in 2007. In the years since, the event has outgrown its location not once, but twice—moving from St. Boniface to Prairie Theatre Exchange, which they sold out in 2009. This year, they’re on the Manitoba Theatre Centre mainstage.

Jazz for Humanity is partnered with Ubuntu Edmonton, a small non-profit organization that helps the widows and orphans of the 1993 Rwandan genocide. All funds raised by the organization through this event go towards helping those that reside within the small community of Kimironko to become self-sufficient. “The benefit of Ubuntu still being so small and mostly unknown is that they require very little overhead costs, and therefore most of the money we raise goes directly into the village,” says Kroeker. This is something that she is very proud of, and something she says doesn’t happen with a lot of the large-scale charities.

The evening is “drastically different than expectations,” Kroeker stresses. “We make a conscious effort to select a wide variety of repertoire. While we focus on world music, we also include elements of R&B as well as rap and hip hop. The audience comes away with a sense that it’s more world music than jazz because they don’t realize jazz sounds like that, that it actually is jazz.”

Unfortunately, she feels there is a stigma that comes with the word “jazz.” “People have an outdated view of the genre,” says Kroeker. “They expect the smooth sound of the ’20s, of dancehalls, Lindy Hop and scatting. They don’t take in to account that there’s been nearly a century of development within the genre, which is why we highly suggest even those that are wary of ‘jazz’ to come out. There is something for everyone to enjoy.”

On top of the fabulous performances to be expected from Kroeker’s sextet comprised of Will Bonness, Curtis Nowosad, Simon Christie, Shannon Kristjanson, Graham Isaak and herself, they are also showcasing several forms of dance. Performing are students from the School of Contemporary Dancers Professional Division, as well as returning guests presenting tango and a dance style from Central Africa. Steve Kirby is among the special guests, as well as other students from the UM music faculty. There will be an art auction and refreshments.

If this line-up alone doesn’t entice music fans, Kroeker hopes the desire to support a cause does. “It’s time to take action and get behind a cause. It’s important to know that all of the money goes straight into Ubuntu. We want to show adults that we care, that we can do things and create change. We’re always watching and evaluating everything around us, including government and business practices. We just ask that people come with an open mind and expecting to have a good time. It’s time to do things differently.”

Jazz for Humanity happens Friday, June 18 at the MTC Mainstage. Visit www.jazzforhumanity.org for ticket info.

Evil Survives – False Metal Slayers

By Kent Davies

Local metal marauders Evil Survives perform old school New Wave of British Heavy Metal (NWOBHM) at its purest commanding form. The band was born out of the uninspired revulsion following a Children of “Boredom” gig at which they sold their souls to save metal and destroy the savage purveyors of false metal evermore. Evoking the authoritative metal supremacy of Priest, Maiden and Mercyful Fate they sought conquer the metal world forever. Combining Adrian Riff and Sean Murray’s double dose of fierce frenzied guitar shredding obliteration, the pulse pounding percussion and rhythmic destruction of Derrick the Butcher and Dr. Wiseman Harrisist and Axe ’n’ Smash Warkentin’s devastating Dickenson-like cries, Evil Survives absolutely annihilates everything else. The band’s recent earth-shattering sophomore album Powerkiller is already a metal classic, featuring six ludicrously loud, larger-than-life-and-death tracks and Ed Repka’s finest cover art in years. The album is guaranteed to blow brains out of any denim ’n’ leather listener. Recently Stylus sought an audience with Evil Survives shredmaster Adrian Riff to discuss Powerkiller, cassette tapes and the new resurgence of NWOBHM.

Stylus: Powerkiller… my god. Powerkiller.
Adrian Riff:
The new album was recorded in a marathon 16-day session in December. I’d like to think it’s the logical second Evil Survives album. We’re not going to alienate any fans. It’s 25 percent less Iron Maiden, 25 percent more Evil Survives. It’s little more of us finding our own sound but mostly pseudo-plagiarising or paying homage to Iron Maiden, Judas Priest and Mercyful Fate.

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