
A few days into their first North American tour, Angelica from BVST sat down with Uncle Acid himself, Kevin Starrs, to talk about the perils of the music industry, the price of fame, and 1960s girl bands. Delve into the mind of one of the (previously) most mysterious men in rock, and tune in, turn on and drop some Acid with BVST, this Wednesday, October 29th at 7 PM, only on CJLO 1690AM!

With Halloween just days away, it’s time to settle in for some cold nights and some good horror. While you can never quite go wrong with classics of the genre, whether Universal monsters, 80s slasher or contemporary torture porn, part of fear and part of horror is diving into the unknown. While Canadian cinema does not have a particularly strong reputation in the minds of its citizens, Canada has always had a flair for genre cinema and horror in particular. Maybe it’s the history of surviving the unknown and often frightening elements, as well as the detached sense of dislocated identity associated with being so close to United States. Whatever the reason, Canada has some of the most cutting edge horror filmmakers the world has to offer. Here is a selection of just five great horror films well worth checking out this Halloween season.

Ginger Snaps (2000)
Directed by John Fawcett
Horror has always had a bad reputation in terms of its representation of women. While the genre has always featured its share of female protagonists, it is often tainted with an almost Victorian sense of gender conventions and a desire to transform female sexuality into a monstrous being. The 2000 werewolf film, Ginger Snaps, spins all these assumptions on their head. Set in small town Ontario, the film is about two outcast sisters who dread nothing more than normality. Quite literally a period piece, the film explores with dark humour and deft insight into gender conventions Ginger’s transformation into a werewolf, which just so happens to coincide with her first menstruation. As Ginger grows increasingly aggressive and monstrous, she drifts further away from her younger sister who just wants to save her from the “curse”. The film is as funny as it is shocking, and features some of the most vibrant and perverse dialogue in any horror film. The movie has a real tap on the horrors of high school, and suggests with real intimacy the alienation and insecurity that dominates adolescence. One of the very best werewolf movies out there, Ginger Snaps is a great change of pace to the more mindless entries in the horror genre.

The Fly
Directed by David Cronenberg
Forcing myself to choose just a single David Cronenberg film is a struggle befitting of Sisyphus and his boulder. Perhaps the greatest filmmaker Canada has to offer, Cronenberg uses horror to explore psychology and social concerns. Even in his earliest work, there is a real sense of realism and nuance to his style. While personal preferences lean me more heavily towards his most sexually dense work like Dead Ringers and Crash, there is no mistaking the impact and importance The Fly. Starring Jeff Goldblum and Geena Davis, the movie is a remake of a science-fiction film from the 1950s of a scientist whose failed experiment leads his DNA to be mixed with that of a fly. Goldblum is incredible in the lead role, and as he transforms from neurotic dweeb into hyper-masculine monster the movie becomes increasingly tense and inhuman. Cronenberg’s emotionally detached style allows for the intimacy of the human body to come to the forefront of his craft. One of the integral pioneers of body horror, the film explores exactly what it means to be human and uses some of the most realistic and textured special effects in film history.

Black Christmas
Directed by Bob Clark
Perhaps the first masterpiece of Canadian horror, the conventions and style of Black Christmas are way more famous than the film itself. One of the truly great slashers, Black Christmas truly exploits the cold and thankless Canadian landscape in order to translate a powerful sense of dread. While this film does not feature any particularly horrific displays of violence or gore, few films in the history of filmmaking have been able to create such a powerfully dark portrait of life and death. While John Carpenter’s more famous film, Halloween, suggested an almost mythic vision of the sociopath which seemed imbued with an uncomfortable adolescent mortality, death in Black Christmas is truly random and senseless. The film seems to suggest the fleeting nature of life, and in particular, the fragility of the human form as it slowly picks off vibrant and intelligent inhabitants of an Ontario sorority house. Black Christmas does not offer comfort or resolution, and is an exemplary film in Canadian survivalist themes.

Antiviral
Directed by Brandon Cronenberg
Brandon Cronenberg is David’s son, and in the tradition of his father created one of the most startling body horror films of the new century. Antiviral tackles the perverse obsession with celebrity to new extremes, exploring a not so distant future in which people literally consume meat grown from the cells of their favourite celebrities and go to clinics in order to be infected with the same strain of STIs as the stars. While obviously teetering on the absurd, the movie has a refreshingly cynical style that allows images and scenarios speak for themselves. While the film has a wink of dark humour, it hits on points that are a little too close to home to be purely comical as it taps into our obsession with the physical form. With a clinical eye, the film beautifully evokes a contemporary sense of alienation as virtue is replaced with physical perfection.

Pontypool
Directed by Bruce McDonald
The recent premiere of The Walking Dead was the highest rated episode of the series so far. In spite of the apparent over-saturation of zombies in contemporary culture, there clearly remains an interest and a fascination with the walking dead. Zombies, as we know them, only date back to the late 1960s when George A. Romero changed in the horror genre forever with his film The Night of the Living Dead. While zombies predate Romero, earlier incarnations were not the undead flesh eating monsters we know today, but a part of voodoo folklore referring to a corpse animated by witchcraft to do its masters bidding. Recent years have seemed another re-invention of the genre, forgoing the element of the ‘living dead’ and playing on fears of another devastating pandemic, zombism became a virus called rage in the ‘28 Days’ series. Another small Canadian film, Pontypool, sought to change our understanding of zombies by changing the means by which the virus is spread. Taking full advantage of the alienation of a winter storm, the film is set at a small radio station in the middle of nowhere. When suddenly people become infected with a strange zombie virus, the isolated group led by Stephen McHattie search for the cause. Innovative, energetic and mysterious, this film will please those burned out with the undead as much as its fanatics.
Hosted by Danny Aubry
Stories by Omar Megahed, Danny Aubry & Alexa Everett
Produced by Tom Matukala
Death in St-Alexis after car crashes into house
by Julia Bryant
A woman is dead after a car crashed into her house in St-Alexis, Quebec on Sunday morning.
According to CBC, her husband was severely injured in the crash.
Three children were sleeping in other rooms of the house and were not injured in the accident.
The driver of the car, a man in his 20s, lost control of the vehicle and crashed into the bedroom of their home.
He is facing charges for dangerous driving causing death, and police are investigating if he was under the influence of alcohol at the time.
Funeral for fallen soldier in Ottawa
by Emeline Vidal
The funeral for Cpl Nathan Cirillo, the Canadian soldier shot Wednesday in Ottawa, will be held on Tuesday.
Cirillo was killed while on sentry duty at the War Memorial. His attacker stormed the main entrance to the Parliament before being shot by security officers.
According to the Star, the service will start at noon at Christ’s Church Cathedral on James St. N. in his hometown, Hamilton, Ontario.
While the service is for guests only, members of the public are invited to pay their respects during the procession James St. N to the cathedral.
The service will also be broadcast via video link.
Two foreign bases close in Afghanistan
by Catlin Spencer
After thirteen years in Afghanistan, British troops and U.S. Marines ended their combat operations and handed over two adjacent bases to the Afghan government.
According to Reuters, the last of the forty thousand military personnel left the American camp Leatherneck and British camp Bastion on Sunday.
Together, the two camps had been the international coalition's regional headquarters for the southwest of Afghanistan in the province of Helmand.
With their departure, the American forces are leaving behind roughly $230 million worth of property and equipment for the Afgan military.
A complete withdrawal of foreign troops by years-end will leave Afghanistan and newly appointed President Ashraf Ghani to deal with the Taliban insurgency practically unaided.

Greetings Film Buffs! CJLO is giving away free passes to an advanced screening of Laggies, the new romantic comedy directed by Lynn Shelton and starring Chloë Grace Moretz, Keira Knightley, and Sam Rockwell. The screening is this Wednesday, October 29th 7:30 PM at the Scotiabank Theatre (977 Sainte-Catherine O.). Email contest@cjlo.com with "Laggies" in the subject line, and we'll keep giving away these passes until they're gone. First-come, first-serve, so act fast!

Oh Music Lovers, we didn't forget about you! The Presets are in town this Thursday, October 30th at La Tulipe (4530 Papineau) and Greenland Productions & CJLO 1690AM wants to send you and a friend to catch this awesome Australian electronic-duo with openers Saint Pepsi, Chela, and Franki Chan. Email contest@cjlo.com with "Check Yo Ponytail" in the subject line to enter our draw for your chance to win! The doors open at 7 PM, and the show starts at 8 PM.

Hosted by Alexa Everett
Stories by Emeline Vidal & Catlin Spencer
Produced by Sam Obrand

Man, soggy autumns make my bones itch to run through the misty woods by moonlight, naked as a jaybird and drunk as a skunk. Fortunately, we as a species have devised many canny outlets for such urges, and so on Saturday, October 18th I brought my primal hindbrain on down to the Corona Theatre for an evening of folk-metal fun times. The fact that I came back alive should not be taken as disparagement.
Hailing from the distant forests and mires of Estonia, the vanguard for the evening was Metsatöll (whose new album Karjajuht is available courtesy of Spinefarm). The spectrum of the genre more or less runs from making metal sound folky to making folk sound metal, and these Baltic wolves fall roughly in the middle. Their solid roots as a heavy epic-ized three-piece are clearly visible, but since adding a fourth (one who plays all the traditional instruments) they've concocted a motley blend. No, not Mötley, shut up. With familiar chugging riffs garnished with your choice of flute, torupill (google it), kannel (you're not the boss of me), and good ol' fashioned mouth harp, their music is designed to get people moving, and did so to great effect. A song that started off all Amon Amarth would soon devolve into zither solos and, I sh*t you not, motherf*cker playing the bagpipes behind his head like Stevie Ray F*cking Vaughan, eventually winding down with harmonized droney-chantey a cappella, which I can only assume is something totally awesome.
Next up was Týr, a pretty big band from some tiny little islands, who in their own words "play heavy metal, and sometimes put folk in." They brought your standard fare of upbeat riffs, meedley-meedley-mee (the technical term, I believe), and everything else you could possibly want from a heavy proggy powery folky act. They sang about Vikings and Viking stuff and just being a goddamn Viking. 'Nuff said.
The returning champions of the night were, of course, Eluveitie. This Swiss sensation is my go-to paradigm for the far folky end of the aforementioned spectrum. Fans of traditional Celtic music appreciate their tight adaptations of the canon (specifically the Gaulish stuff), and fans of going ape-balls in the pit appreciate getting down and dirty to some hurdy-gurdy. Riding in hard on the heels of their latest endeavour Origins, they played a never-ending set with damn fine energy. That's a lie, it did end, and when they took longer than usual to come out for the encore, I thought the seething multitudes would tear the place apart. The crowd was already well lathered by halfway through Metsatöll's first f*kken song, so extrapolate about two hours from there (long long juicy sets mmm) and by the time the headliners are on you've either got spent charnel or an incandescent mass on your hands. I shouldn't have to specify that in this scenario it was the second one. Goddamn, man, pay attention. The crowd surfers were being offered up like a steady tide of animal sacrifices, and I hadn't seen an honest to goodness wall of death in a dog's age, but Glanzmann's will is law in the sweaty demiplane of that Saturday night. They didn't even need to have the Fleurdelisé flying from their bagpipes, but did anyway. Bonus points, Eluveitie, and well played. Everyone on the rest of the tour better buckle their pants.
--DJ Spacepirate hosts Burnt Offerings every Sunday at 6 PM EST on CJLO. It's a bit confusing but to the point.
No evidence of Islamist ties to Ottawa shooting
By Marilla Streuter-Martin
Foreign Affairs Minister John Baird made a statement Thursday saying that as of yet, there is no evidence tying Ottawa shooter Michael Zehaf-Bibeau to Islamist extremists.
According to the BBC, Zehaf-Bibeau was not identified on the Canadian spy agency's list of high-risk individuals prior to the attack.
The Wednesday shooting on parliament hill ended in the death of Cpl Nathan Cirillo who was standing guard at the Canadian War Memorial.
The 32-year-old shooter was shot and killed by Sergeant-at-Arms Kevin Vickers after he entered Parliament's Centre Block.
New SQ director general
By Patricia Petit Liang
Quebec’s Public Security Minister announced on Wednesday that deputy minister Martin Prud’homme will become the director-general of the Sûreté du Quebec.
As the new leader of the SQ, he has been given the task of implementing budget cuts and overseeing investigations related to the Liberal party.
According to the Montreal Gazette, Prud’homme will be taking over for Mario Laprise, who has returned to Hydro-Quebec to continue his career as an internal auditor.
Hosted by Catlin Spencer
Stories by Marilla Steuter-Martin & Patricia Petit Liang
Produced by Patricia Petit Liang

Photo: Lazer/Wulf @ The Acheron in New York, October 21, 2014
Ah yes, the first day of the CMJ Music Marathon in New York City. First on the agenda, walk from SoHo up to NYU to register and pick up my badge. I never get over the strange juxtaposition of the old, I guess converted, church next to a large 12 storey or so building. Oh New York, you so crazy.
After picking up a Vita Coco, I head to the Kimmel Center and up to see a panel on HD radio. I've been a believer in HD radio and college/community stations trying to get on it since I heard about it in 2003 at CMJ. From what I gleamed, I might have been the only one. The panel was interesting and the idea of having multiple channels that could be dedicated to various programming, much like that of HD TV, is an interesting one, but the problem is that college radio is supposed to embrace the idea of slamming weird things together, not continue to split them apart. Part of the beauty of college radio is that there is a chiptunes show next to a retrospective of '40s dance, and to take those two things and cut them out and put them on another channel dilutes some of the weirdness and special qualities that make college radio great. Still though, the idea does have merit, and if it can bring back some college stations who have been overtaken by all jazz programming or sports coverage radio, then HD will have done its job.
After that I sat in a panel about metal. As a bit of a back story, I've been to CMJ for something like 7 or 8 years in a row and every year, regardless of topic, the metal panel has uttered one phrase: "Who is the next <insert large band here>?" The name has changed (Metallica, Pantera, Slipknot), but every year it comes up, and every year I roll my eyes and think how dumb it is to address a question like that especially since it only happens in the metal panel. There's no indie rock discussion where people are asking, "Who's going to be the next Wilco?"
So imagine my surprise when I read that this would be the topic of conversation on the panel this year. The whole damn panel. Sure it was somewhat interesting to muse upon, but wouldn't a better topic be something like, "Where is female representation in metal?", or "What can we do to try to make metal not be a place dominated almost exclusively by white males aged 16-50?" These are things we should address in metal, not, "Well, we need another Metallica to get people to think about going to see a show in a stadium." But I guess that's the problem with metal, the hard questions go unasked and the ones that do get asked are always looking backwards on a bygone era.
After that I headed over to Webster Hall for the College Radio mixer where representatives from stations can meet and discuss their stations and what they might do to improve upon them. I met a bunch of interesting people, and events like this really showcase that no matter where you are the same problems crop up in college radio.
I then took a trip to stupid Brooklyn where I ate at Roberta's Pizza, had a pretty good (though a bit pricey) pizza, and then went to an awesome club known as The Acheron to go see the Metal Sucks / Metal Injection showcase featuring Moontooth, Lazur/Wulf, So Hideous, King Parrot, and Inter Arma. First let me say, if you go to The Acheron, do yourself the favor and get a "Phrigid", which is a frozen drink with rum. Apparently they change flavors, but this time was chocolate. I was also informed that they're normally 9 dollars, but were 10 today "because we added another bottle of rum."
First up was the not-so-impressive Moontooth. Everyone around me seemed to really like them, but the only thought that I had while watching him do very "emotional" histrionics was, "Man I really hate mewithoutyou." Next was the always fantastic, mostly instrumental Lazer/Wulf. They are so solid and super nice dudes. If you don't believe me, you can check out Grade A Explosives next week (Sunday 4-6 PM) and listen to the interview I did with them. Speaking of interviews, next up came the stupendous So Hideous. For some reason, there are people who don't know the last album, the tour de force, Last Poem / First Light. They put on an amazing show and are also good dudes who if you want to hear, you can tune in to my show next week as well. After this were the Australian grindcore boys in King Parrot, who were pretty funny in addition to being able to hammer out songs into your face. Last on the bill was Relapse artist Inter Arma, who I sadly missed a good chunk of due to doing interviews. Still, what I did see was great and I highly recommend them if you want some deathy-prog... sort of. Stay tuned for more coverage, and feel free to check out Shoeclack Radio who are also in New York City covering CMJ.
--Andrew hosts Grade A Explosives every Sunday from 4 to 6 PM EST. Side effects may include: nausea, deafness, pumping fists in the air, a feeling of awesomeness, death, and possible dry mouth.