{"id":12654,"date":"2024-02-16T12:30:00","date_gmt":"2024-02-16T18:30:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/ckuw.ca\/stylus\/?p=12654"},"modified":"2026-05-09T12:28:28","modified_gmt":"2026-05-09T17:28:28","slug":"concert-review-beaches","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/ckuw.ca\/stylus\/2024\/02\/16\/concert-review-beaches\/","title":{"rendered":"Concert Review :: Beaches"},"content":{"rendered":"\n
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by Myles Tiessen<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cEven if it\u2019s the Lord\u2019s Day, who gives a fuck?\u201d screamed The Beaches lead vocalist Jordan Miller to a sold-out crowd at the Burton Cummings Theatre. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

A unanimous response from the Gen Z crowd roared back at her; they certainly did not. <\/p>\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n

TikTok\u2019s latest rock stars took The Burton Cummings Theatre by storm on a particularly rainy Sunday at the start of November. With their exaggerated stage presence, striking lighting running around, and stepping on every inch of that stage; the four-piece played with the intensity of an arena rather than the vestige building they occupied. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

And with equal kinetic energy, the attentive and chaotic audience ate it up. Seemingly, a mix of new and old fans piled on top of each other, fighting for space as close to the stage as possible. It\u2019s honestly a surprise some didn\u2019t try to pose as media just to get in the photography pit. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Under the purple and blue lights, The Beaches effortlessly flaunted their talents for bringing old-school rock, new-wave, and power-pop into an accessible music language. Their vigorous performance of \u201cCigarette\u201d made you feel like you were in the crowd for Stop Making Sense<\/em>, while the intoxicating dissonance of \u201cBack Of My Heart\u201d played to those (like me) who have a disturbing need never to leave a show with their hearing. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

What\u2019s most stunning was that although The Beaches are masters of musical inclusivity, they were uncompromising in their racket. They played loud, fast, and hard. In another venue\u2013with low ceilings and a floor-level stage\u2013some of these songs would have come across as straight-up punk. \u201cEverything is Boring,\u201d \u201cMe and Me,\u201d hell, even \u201cBlame Brett\u201d all resonated with the sonority of grunge melodies. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

But, not to be tagged as the \u201cGen Z Foo-Fighters,\u201d the quartet spent a good chunk of the performance leaning into the sensuality of their songs. \u201cWhile I\u2019m not ready for love, I am ready for lots and lots of sex,\u201d announced Miller before launching into a duet of \u201cMy Body ft. Your Lips\u201d with opening band Beach Weather. As the two lead singers embraced, crowd members started throwing bras toward the performers. The Beaches bassist, Leandra Earl, started sporting one as a hat while other band members hooked them to their microphone stands. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

The fandom around The Beaches is honestly quite something to witness. After the show, a particular group of fans confessed to \u201cpaying sixty bucks just to hear them play \u2018Blame Brett,\u2019\u201d while others fawned over and compared notes on the last time they saw the band in Winnipeg. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

The pandemonium of admirers aside, The Beaches put on an honest-to-god rock show: unpretentious and loud, but when it comes down to it, most importantly, it was fun. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

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