As all of his Chinese brothers and sisters get set to celebrate their New Year holiday, Prince Palu is beginning to wonder if, as many experts claim, China is set to become the next global world empire at sometime during the next 85 years, give or take, will the Chinese New Year one day simply become known as New Year. Given that the holiday in the People's Republic of China is a seven day long affair, Palu could get behind the idea of a week off at the end of January or beginning of February. It would be a welcome addition to his hibernation schedule. Until that day he wishes you all a Happy Chinese New Year and offers these thoughts about the weekend.
Thursday, February 19, 2015
Deep inside the Village at Le National (1220 St-Catherine E.), avant rock/no wave legend Michael Gira brings his band Swans back to town to start this weekend off with a brain exploding, potential show-of-the-year candidate. Since this legendary New York group reformed back in 2010, they have added three brilliant albums to the original 10 studio recordings released between 1982 and 1997—including last year's To Be Kind. Opening will be Xylouris White, a duo comprised of singer and lutenist George Xylouris (whose family is considered musical royalty in Greece) and drummer Jim White of the Australian instrumental trio Dirty Three. Tickets, if any are still available, cost 25$ at the door or online. If you want to go, I recommend that you grab a ticket online via the Blues Skies Turn Black website ASAP to avoid the night-destroying 'Sold Out' sign on the ticket booth window.
If that is a little steep for your poor old wallet, thank your lucky stars that Buckfest 14 is still happening. Tonight over at L'Escogriffe (4467 St-Denis) DJ Mathieu Beauséjour presents a $5 triple bill that will feature the pop-punk noisemakers Ultraptérodactyle, Ghost Vines (a local super-group comprised of Matt Lee of Devil Eyes, Jessica Rozen of Télégraphe Jungle, David Kunstatter of Auks), and the new wave/power pop of Dany Laj and The Looks.
Friday, February 20, 2015
This week, it looks as though Friday will be the busy night and one that will leave you with some hard choices to make. First up, Ariel Pink is pulling into Le National in support of his critically acclaimed album Pom Pom, which made many year-end lists in 2014 with its blend of surreal and sunny Californian pop. And if that wasn't enough, opening the show will be Jack Name, another Californian making a lot of noise, both literally and figuratively. Name just released his werewolf/space traveling concept masterpiece Weird Moons, the follow up to last year's brilliant Light Show, and anyone who was at that Casa del Popolo show last March knows that he is a headline-worthy talent. Tickets can be gotten at Blues Skies Turn Black or, for the gambling types, at the door. $22 in advance, $25 at the door.
Another great night of avant garde, envelope-pushing music is happening at Cinémathèque Québécoise (335 de Maisonneuve E.) where another couple of local super-groups (does the February cold force more musicians to play together to share each other's body heat?) will make their presence known. The psychedelic-punk band PyPy and Kraut rock avant-funk group Avec le Soleils Sortant de sa Bouche will put on a free show as part of the 33rd Rendez-vous du cinéma Québécois (RVCQ) festival. The show starts at 11:00pm.
A more traditional affair takes place at Casa del Popolo (4873 St-Laurent) where the Skip Jensen Group, led by one of the greatest secret garage-rock weapon the city has ever produced, will strip rock 'n' roll back to its raw and bloody roots. Fresh off a tour of Europe, they will be looking for some hometown love. Joining in will be Light Bulb Alley, who have been building a strong following over the past couple years with their trashy, booze-soaked garage rock, and relative newcomers Thee Sin Caves, who claim to be "ready to explode your eardrums". What's not to like? It gets going around 9:30pm.
Saturday, February 21, 2015
If push came to shove, I would have to say that the show happening at Bar Le "Ritz" P.D.B. (179 Jean Talon W.) on Saturday is my show of the week. Not to disrespect any of the other great shows happening, I'm just being honest. First off we have headliners Elephant Stone, who in my opinion will soon join the likes of Arcade Fire and Wolf Parade as colossal musical exports of Montreal. Secondly, they will be joined by Yardlets—a music project fronted by Broken Social Scene's Sam Goldberg—and the psychedelic porno-rock warriors Wizaard. It just seems as if this gig has all the makings to be one of those things people in years to come will claim as their "I was there" badge. That's just a hunch I have, but one that is well worth the $12 ticket price.
If you don't want to take my advice, or you're just more in the mood for a sweaty, hip-hop night of dancing, then you should head on down to La Vitrola (4602 St-Laurent) where the good folks at Cousins are back with their monthly night of love and debauchery. This edition is called BACK 2 LYFE, and for the measly suggested donation of $5 you can join DJs Sammy Royale, Nino Brown, and Tamika for all your hip-hop, dancehall, and R&B needs.
Sunday, February 22, 2015
As always here at 'What's Happening?', I want to give you the option to end your weekend with something that will help wind things down and prepare you for the Monday morning that is racing towards you. This week's offer is the double bill happening over at Casa del Popolo with the jazz fusion of Nomad, and the experimental chamber folk music of Chronicle Quartet. Let the music float you away to your happy place.
--Prince Palu hosts The Go-Go Radio Magic Show, every Friday night from 6 to 8pm. Tune in. Turn on. Freak OUT! Only on CJLO.
Hosted by Sam Obrand
Stories by Emeline Vidal, Tom Matukala & Julian McKenzie
Produced by Marilla Steuter-Martin
Has your mom ever told you to "put down your sharpie and get a real job"? If so, look no further because this radio show is for you! Today's edition of Champs of the Local Scene, will focus on the huge influence that street art and the graffiti movement has had on people, young and old, to be creative and to share art as a community. With guest, Adrien Fumex, curator of Fresh Paint Gallery, an alternative gallery space for exhibitions, education and events, we will explore the endless possibilities of street art, graffiti, pop-art, graphic design, and illustrations in Montreal and beyond. We will be previewing upcoming gallery events including this Saturday's Fresh Paint Market #02 (Feb. 21), Beaux Degats // Fine Mess #28 (Feb. 25) and their Art Attack X on Nuit Blanche (Feb 28) featuring Miss Me's Saints of Soul Opening. And to make things even more exciting, we will look at the special relationship street art and the graffiti movement has with djing, breakdancing, and skateboarding in light of Under Pressure, International Graffiti Convention, coming into it's 20 year! All this on Champs of the Local Scene, Wednesday, February 18th, 6-7pm
Hosted by Saturn De Los Angeles
Stories by Catlin Spencer and Tom Matukala
Produced by Tom Matukala
Anastasia or Ana (Dakota Johnson) has already met the man of her dreams, Christian Gray (Jamie Dornan), when she awakes in his bed after he “rescued” her from being drunk at a club. Ignoring the red flags of his already insatiable desire to control her actions, her thoughts and her life, on her bedside table instructive notes are arranged as a faint evocation of the vials Alice comes face with in Wonderland. Even on a level of subconscious, we understand the written commands on paper as an invitation into the world of perversion and secrets, and it is a journey that Ana willingly undertakes - or so it seems. This initial moment of accepting fantasy, of diving into the abyss of sexual discovery are very quickly discarded. For every step in the right direction that 50 Shades of Grey takes, it takes about a dozen steps backwards.
50 Shades of Grey is a boy meets girls kind of story, just this time the boy is a billionaire with a kink for s&m. This added detail is what has apparently thrust this otherwise conventional story into the popular culture, enticing a largely female audience hungry for sex and romance. The film is intrinsically interesting due to its insane popularity in spite of its inane storyline and rather conventional unconventional sex.Hinged so completely on fantasy, some flourishes of the film anticipate the potential for a phantasmagoria of ecstasy and pain, while the film itself betrays any teasing and anticipation by being puritanical and muddled.
Grey’s environment and mystique is metallic and pristine. For a man engaged in such culturally-deemed “dirty” sex, he is first and foremost a control freak who clearly believes in the importance of keeping up appearances. This makes his first encounter with Ana so powerful, and ultimately entranced in some deep level patriarchal violence. Everything about this sequence is meant to make Anna seem diminutive, from her school-girl outfit, her passive smallness, and ultimately her very nature all clash against Christian Grey’s imposing physicality. Grappling with the apparent ideal that women want to be coddled, and made to feel petite, for a moment the film wrestles with that ideal, vaguely questioning it against the cold industrial nature of the locale. There is no real romance in this sequence, save for the doe-eyes of a young girl, and the environment betrays nearly all sense of warmth or affection that one can ever expect from romance. This fleeting moment of irony will fold back into the film in passing waves, but will never quite settle in.
It is fantastically funny when Gray tells Anna that he sees the potential in her, forcing - however briefly - the audience to muse on what sexual potential really means. These are the moments where you feel that if Sam Taylor-Johnson had been allowed more creative control over the production (the backstage antics, feuds and conflicts have been well documented, and unfortunately worked very much against director), the film could have been far more interesting. There is a sincere desire in the depths of the film’s making to really come to terms with the popularity of its source material by really tearing it apart. So deeply entranced in the values of patriarchy and even more deeply in abuse (not because s&m is violent, but because manipulation and coercion is), one wonders with a more deft adaptation if the philosophy that s&m deconstructs gender roles through parody could have been explored…
The much-discussed “20 minutes of sex scenes” are barely worth noting as they are mostly cross-faded into mental obscurity. There is little sense of mood, anticipation or action as the style of these scenes leans on one shot fading into another with little dialogue. There is a creeping sense that the sexual sessions may be lasting hours, days or merely minutes. Perhaps the time frame is supposed to feel eternal, mirroring the characters losing themselves to sexual bliss but instead it stamps out any kind of memorability of opportunity for exploration. Within these montage sequences we have brief moments of promise, during the slow-groove ‘Crazy in Love’ cover scene there is a small sequence of shots beginning with Christian Gray unbuttoning pants, revealing his pubic hair and then some deep thrusts work. This is just a few seconds in 20 minutes of sex scenes though, and it is also worth noting it’s the only sex scene in which the choice pop song works more or less.
Taking at face value, 50 Shades of Grey lives up to its promise as a horrifying tale of a Prince Charming gone awry, a man who is more sadistic in spirit than in desire. Try as it may, the film cannot overcome the pitfalls and discomforts of Grey’s emotionally abusive and manipulative actions. There does remain some level of subtext but it is bludgeoned into the background by an overeager writer (if Sam Taylor-Johnson is to be believed, which I’m inclined to do in this case, E.L. James is impossible to work with and pushed for many of the film’s worst elements including the ending) and likely people even higher up who wanted to play it “safe” by maintaining the integrity of the novel’s portrayal of romanticized-abuse.
Hosted by: Celeste Lee
Stories by: Marilla Steuter-Martin, Sara Baron-Goodman, Milos Kovacevic
Produced by: Emeline Vidal
Full disclosure: Matthew Rogers, vocalist and keyboardist for Fleece, is a current DJ at CJLO. The album was recorded at CJLO's "The Oven" studio by our Production Director Patrick McDowell. So, as Omar our head music director so rightly put it "this is a family affair".
The moment you hit play on Scavenger, the debut album by Montreal's Fleece, and hear those first few curled guitar notes, you realize you're being drawn into a haze, a cloudy vapored world. While the band's environment is made up of different musical influences like garage rock, jazz, and blues, it's primarily structured around a psych-rock experience. The musical backdrop allows you to leisurely sway through the album.
The first two tracks set the tone for the album. "Alien" offers up a misty psychedelic experience with waves of sound. Lyrics such as "relax your mind open your eyes so the aliens will take control" add pictures to that experience. "Wake and Bake", offers a slightly grittier sound, but the same hazy feel as the refrain "who fucking cares" leads us to its conclusion. The tempo for both tracks is slow and measured, the lyrics expressed as if in confession. These opening tracks almost seem to be bookends to a night chalked full of psilocybin-induced experiences.
With "Demanding" and "Gabe's Song", the band stretches and shows off its musical range. The addition of horn arrangements and jazz elements to the album add layers of complexity that forces the listener to perk up and pay attention. These are two of the more musically adventurous tracks found on the album. "Narcozep" leads us out with a steady groove and watery effects-laden vocals.
While the vocals can at times be thin, the strength of this album lies in the musical atmosphere the band cultivates. There is a dreamy quality to the LP expressed through the production, the band's use of effects and in the slow deliberate way in which the tracks come at you. However, don't mistake this for a lack of energy, because there is plenty throughout the album. Fleece certainly opens the door with Scavenger.
--Fredy M. Iuni hosts Hiway 1, Mondays at 7:00 pm on CJLO.
Loud Guitars with a Feeling
This one was a thrasher to be remembered. It provided hours of entertainment, and there was wall-to-wall moshing throughout the night. I was particularly looking forward to seeing Voivod, as I have not seen that band before despite owning a number of their earlier albums. I'm a big fan of their first three or four albums, as they brought new rhythms and sounds to the thrash metal style and influenced extreme metal in a big way. Napalm Death were also looked forward to, as their albums have enthralled me for years, even the ones from the mid-to-late nineties that nobody likes. Either way, this an evening packed with quality.
Iron Reagan is newer project from members of Darkest Hour and Municipal Waste. They helped set the stage for the evening with a set of brief, up-tempo numbers that invoked images of the 1980s American hardcore and metal underground. Front man Tony Foresta entertained the crowd between songs with some amusing banter, including telling the audience that he didn't want to meet any of their kids, because they were more than likely to be a bunch of assholes. It was some pretty tight stuff, and I would watch it again.
Exhumed were up next. I've seen these guys before, but this time their stage show was a little more elaborate than the last time I saw them. It included beheadings, severed heads being placed in a microwave, and a crazed, blood-stained surgeon wielding a chainsaw. They played through a bunch of their newer material, as well as classics such as "Open the Abscess" and "Necromaniac". It was song after song of fine goregrind. It was great seeing this band once again, and I would definitely go another time when they come back.
Voivod were a great time live. They started off their set with "Ripping Headaches", and continued to plough through their set with songs both old and new. One thing I took away from this performance is how understated Away's drumming is presented on their albums. It always seems to be mixed in such a way that it is easily not noticed, but here in the live arena, his creativity as a drummer truly shines. There are a lot of interesting rhythms that he uses in the songs that mesh with the guitars in different ways. One highlight for me was their rendition of "Voivod", the opening song from their debut War and Pain. Everyone chanted along with chorus, and it was a great feeling in the air to behold. Good stuff.
Napalm Death were absolutely awesome. They played a number of tracks from their newest album Apex Predator: Easy Meat, and they also performed crowd favorites such as "Scum", "Walls of Confinement", "Unchallenged Hate", and "Suffer the Children". I think the mosh pit was the most voluminous it had been all night for this set. People were going crazy with circle-pitting, slam dancing, and just general thrashing about. Vocalist Barney Greenway<.strong> talked to the crowd as a long-serving comrade, and the crowd roared with approval each time he spoke. It was distorted madness and brutality for a good hour, and I can't wait to see this band again.
--Sean Z. hosts the Sublime State Of Doom, only the heaviest and most brutal metal every Monday from 8 to 9 PM on CJLO.
Since his breakout in 2010, Drake has more or less dedicated every single piece of work that he's produced to a single theme: "What am I doing?", and his new short film, Jungle, is quite honestly hard to label as any different. Clocking in at just under 15 minutes, Drake's short film takes us through an incredibly visceral journey that's set in both Los Angeles and Toronto. The King of OVO keeps true to his strengths and uses the video as a means of tackling themes that are becoming increasingly difficult to separate from him—fame, relationships, self-doubt, but most importantly, identity. Drake's opening monologue more or less voices much of what the whole piece is really about, "I'm fucking drinking more, I'm smoking more. We're out here staying up so late that it's early. I'm just worried about myself, you know? I just got to come home."
Jungle is pensive and filled to the brim with a whole bunch of really Drake-y ideologies. Of course in anything he does, Drizzy has to give a shout out to the city that raised him, T-Dot. Mixing in old footage from the different stages of Toronto's early life and some of his own home movies, Drake creates an interesting parallel between the city that he loves and himself. Additionally, the strong use of familiar colours creates a commonly-seen aesthetic—a low contrast ratio is implemented often to paint a world of black and white with little grey zone. The film features a fairly weak narrative structure, but makes up for it with many different connotative visual cues and representations.
To be completely honest, Drake doesn't really bring anything new to the table with this film. The complexity of themes are lacking, and for the most part they're the same concepts as always. What's more, the ambiguity is at an all-time high throughout the work. Luckily, Jungle does succeed in creating an incredibly dark and brooding world that has an enormous emphasis on pleasing aesthetics. The visuals are absolutely stunning, and director Karim Huu Do should be commended for this. Additionally, the film features a strong score created by Noah "40" Shebib, and several new tracks from Drake himself. All in all, the film, released almost coinciding with his surprise 17-track mixtape, If You're Reading This It's Too Late, serves as a strong teaser for Drake's upcoming album, Views from the 6. Providing fans with a healthy dose of Drizzy after an extended absence from the game. It's a completely heartfelt and contemplative 15 minutes, however, as a whole the piece just seems to fall short of something great.
--Nick Woodcock is an aspiring Food Network host studying Communications at Concordia, follow him on Twitter.