It’s early in the morning, too early. You drag yourself out of the house into the smoke filled city streets of Winnipeg. Summer is burning it’s way out across the country. Nothing but the quiet lull of traffic is to be heard as there hasn’t been enough time for humanity to consume their coffee intake just yet. Whether going to school or going to work, you have somewhere to be. As the days go on these mornings get darker, and colder. The smoke clears and invites a mist of frozen water to crystallize on your scarf as you continue to go, still needing to be somewhere.Continue reading “Prairie Punk Perspective”
Original review of How to Clean Everything by assistant editor Elizabeth Bridge, from Stylus, vol 5. no. 1, September 1993. The issue also included reviews of Malefaction’s Bruised, Grand Theft Canoe’s Bolivia + Argentina = Paraguay, and NomeansNo’s Why Do They Call Me Mr. Happy? as well as features on Eric’s Trip, Pond, and the Ramones.
To celebrate the 20th anniversary of How To Clean Everything, Fat Wreck Chords is reissuing the “seminal” punk LP from Winnipeg’s Propagandhi on August 20th. The reissue includes all the original tracks, remastered, as well as three tracks cut from the album by Fat Mike, and a “long lost” four song demo. Also available, as a bundle or on its own, is a complete guitar and bass tablature book, compiled by Propagandhi’s Chris Hannah himself. As pre-orders of the reissue are (ostensibly) rolling off the shelves, Stylus sat down with Hannah over local beverages at Cousin’s on a hot July day to discuss the ins and outs of reissuing a piece of work you’d rather forget existed, and what’s up on the Propagandhi front moving forward. Continue reading “Propagandhi :: How to Clean Everything can almost buy itself a beer in the States!”
“I’m nailing shards of hope together to put something over my head” bellowed a short, bearded young man, whirling around the stage of an empty theatre in Cleveland. The vocalist was surrounded by his band mates and best friends, he had his hoodie up, spewing his heart out into a small silver mic. “You know here it’s always raining, and it happened again, it happened again…” I will always remember the day I first heard pop punk band, The Wonder Years, and the moment they changed everything. Continue reading “The Wonder Years :: Setting their sights on the Greatest Generation”