
Tron: Ares (Playing in wide release theatres as of October 10th, 2025)
Dir: Joachim Rønning
Starring: Jared Leto, Gretta Lee, Evan Peters, Gillian Anderson, Hasan Minhaj
Tron: Ares is the third installment to the Tron franchise, a sequel to Tron: Legacy (2010), and comes just in the nick of time out of a fifteen-year obscurity of the franchise. The question on everyone's mind is what happens when the simulation enters the real world? At the helm is director Joachim Rønning, with previous experience working with the Disney franchise Pirates of the Caribbean: Dead Men Tell No Tales (2017) and Maleficent: Mistress of Evil (2019). I had two basic criteria for the film to achieve. Deliver a solid score from composers Trent Reznor and Atticus Ross, including some new Nine Inch Nails songs. Secondly, have some decent visual elements and VFX to entertain me for the run time. A bold stroke of confidence to release the score and new music before the release of the film got me excited for what was to come. Jared Leto’s monotone voice of Ares proceeded to kill all other expectations.
There is a battle of control going on over the tech gaming corporation Encom. The antagonistic rival company helmed by Julian Dillinger (Evan Peters) seems to be using the new technology for a militaristic future. Peters has no problem chewing every line of dialogue that the scene permits, but has a greater tension built in the anthology series American Horror Story. Dilinger has created the Ares (Jared Leto), the same name as the Greek God of War, so there is no confusion about his motivations. Ares is a program that is indestructible and ready for the battlefield. However, there is a fault in the program that he must solve. They communicate with each other behind a closed virtual computer system, similar to Jeff Goldblum’s Oz in Wicked. Don’t expect Ares to have deep philosophical conversations with Dillinger; it's more of a system to carry out orders at first. Opposed to Dilinger would be Eve Kim (Greta Lee), who is on the verge of a big discovery. This discovery would lead to helping humanity for the better, then weaponizing it to fight our battles. Maybe this is the counter culture that Tron is looking for, but does Ares develop his own set of ideas and moral compass or just turn into a Terminator to fight the wars for the American militarization industrial complex?
This then leads us to the main focus of the character of Ares (Jared Leto), despite him coming off as monotone and computerized, that’s the character he is playing; he does dabble with trying to understand emotions and make connections. Does Ares grow a sense of morality along the way? What would happen if someone were to cut his strings? Possibly the best part of Ares is when the dialogue is silent and the score sets the pace alongside some great motorcycle chases or some of the action combat scenes, then Ares is deep in a monotone thought process. The action sequences outweigh any clunky dialogue or storyline if you like your action films VFX-heavy.
Maybe the true dull failure of Tron: Ares is not using the actors to their full potential and strengths. A prime example is that Hasan Minhaj could have been great for comedic relief in this dull film; however, no one was laughing, and it’s because there were no points for him to have a comedic moment. Possibly one moment in the beginning involving some prop comedy, but it vanishes in a second when a character thwarts his comedic attempt. Instead, we get a lead out of Jared Leto, who plays Ares as a monotone one-dimensional computer simulation whose empathy grows, but Siri has more vocal expression and can tell you jokes. Stay for the music, sound design and possibly some of the visual elements. Some deep fans of the series may have some easter eggs sprinkled in. Leave for the exit when the script has lost its focus, the militarization industrial complex or how AI can be used to save humanity, and the characters seem stuck in the simulation that they so desperately want to get out of.
⭐⭐/⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐
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The first thing I noticed after getting through the lax security was the reorientation of the festival grounds. Last year, Palomosa’s premier, the smaller Jardin stage was under the Tois Disques sculpture by blahblah. Instead of dancing under this creative brutalist concrete being, we were in a muddy pit of AstroTurf surrounded by festival bars all selling the same expensive drinks ($10 for a blue PBR is crazy).
Food options: three food trucks, well, one was just a cart. Or vegan quesadillas you made at home that the lax security let you take in (thank you)
Isla Den
Kicking the whole festival off at the Jardin stage, Montreal’s ethereal pop musician, sort of a dreamy hyperpop along the lines of early Petal Supply, or, if Milk & Bone were more danceable and electronic (and cooler, in my opinion). The crowd started small but continuously grew. Everyone was very cool-looking and dancing around, and there was still enough space to comfortably smoke a cigarette. Isla Den’s set was half DJ, half live. I really enjoy it when artists mix their skills and creations in this way. They mixed SOPHIE, Charli XCX, and Drain Gang songs and performed some new releases. It was a beautiful performance with the wind making the fog machine dance in the lowering sun.
9/10
The background of the Jardin stage was an electrical box and a recycling bin. Who decided to put the stage there? Why didn’t they have any background? Did no one think it looked funny?
MGNA CRRTA
This New Jersey girl duo opened up the main stage, and when I say opened, I really mean opened: five minutes before they were set to start, workers removed the gates to the other half of the festival grounds, people, mostly scene kids sporting neon and tails, literally ran to the stage. Their set was pretty baller; they played all their hits, nicely mixed into the rest of their set with some unreleased songs. The two baddies alternated between the mic and the mixing board, and relied heavily on the siren and ‘bew bew beeww’ (you know the one) sound effects, like, almost every 20 seconds there was some sound screaming at me. They made up for it with a giant bubble gun, shooting bubbles into the crowd at the peak of their 30-minute-long set. It was epic, I like them a lot. My favourite quote was “if you’re a girl make some noise, if you’re a boy make some noise, if you’re not a boy or a girl make some noise”, I think the nonbinaries were the loudest.
9/10
So glad I have a raccoon tail on my backpack. Really blending in (not sarcastic).
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The Hellp
The Los Angeles band opened up their set by announcing that one of their two members was Canadian, which the crowd responded with moans and groans that loosely translated to: ‘okay, well, we’re in Quebec..’. He kind of looks like Jared, my CJLO comrade, who was very pleased when I told him this. They played all their hits, of which there are many (I like them a lot), and about half of the crowd were really into it. The other half of the crowd was just yapping, and since this was still a daytime set, the music was not loud enough at all for me to really lock into it. Their stage presence was pretty much exactly what a toned-down LA version of The Dare would be: black suit and tie, ignoring the audience and often just looking at the floor of the stage.
7/10
You know that feeling when you’ve been generally overwhelmed, but you can’t tell which sense it is that needs a break till you take your sunglasses off and finally feel like you can see again? I felt a lot better once the sun started to set and I revealed my eyes to the public. The festival grounds started to fill up a lot, which relieved the grating sense of perception I feel in alt-queer-coded-cool-kid crowds. I could let my eyes glaze over the sea of normies that grew around me.
Mechatok, Minna No Kimochi, MCR-T, TDJ
Back at the astro terf pit (the Jardin stage) was a lineup of DJs that all sort of blended together for me. There was no screen at the Jardin stage naming the artists, and I kept wandering off. I had little idea who was who and what time it was and what was going on. I would bop around in the crowd and get distracted by delivery trucks doing their business on the other side of the fence. Eventually, I’d go off into the woods to watch the moon peaking in and out of clouds, almost full. The crowd had shifted from weirdo-freaks with various types of tails incorporated in their outfits to a very alt.jpeg Pleateau-core vibe. Not a bad thing, as I enjoyed being able to fade into anonymity, just kind of boring. The DJs were good, but not enough to lock me into the music.
5/10
Save me hammocks under the trees … save me…
Fcukers
As the day waned to night and the artists’ names on the posters got larger, the audio got louder and clearer; I could actually hear and enjoy the music while not being in the thick of the crowd. I didn’t really know this band, but I knew I would love them. The sun was setting into dark, wet quick quick-moving clouds, the horizon pink. The music was good, the singer’s voice was sexy, and I was vibing.
8/10
M.I.A.
The crowd was huge. People were hyped. She had swagger, a stage full of dancers, and a live band with a steel drum. It sounded great. Her dancers were cranking that Soulja Boy. She's been in the game a long time, but a lot of her music is too left field for a festival audience to know her songs that came out 10 years ago. It felt a bit like that early Charli XCX clip: “I thought this song was big in Germany??!!”. That was her first fumble. The second fumble was her comment on the 1970s revolution vibes, something about if Bob Marley had a dance routine, our parents would’ve been too busy dancing to care about changing the world. Dancing should always have a place in revolutionary movements. About halfway through, she stopped her set to start talking. The mic was mixed for singing, not speaking, so it was difficult to understand what she was saying; it was difficult to make out and did not make any sense. She started off by saying she was okay being called a Trump supporter, that we can have “red pills and pills that are blue”. She's always been a bit on the weird politics side and has often been chastised for it, but since 2020, her anti-vax and tinfoil hat views have gone a bit viral. She’s probably somewhat right about 5G being bad for us, but I can’t stop myself from laughing when the foil blankets came out on stage. It felt like she was trying to start a dialogue with the audience, or at least urged us to consider more about the future of Palestine, that we shouldn’t always be reacting from a defensive place. The future of Palestine is not up to the audience of Palomosa, or Westerners in general; it’s up to the Palestinian people, of whom we are trying to defend, because they are under attack. I don’t know if she was getting responses from those in the front of the crowd, but it felt like she was just yelling at us about how disappointed she was with Trump, as if she had hopes he would do something good. Everyone was confused and annoyed. There was a brief “F Donald Trump” chant; eventually, she donned a kaffiyah and finished her set with her top three songs. Her annoyance with us was palpable, but what did you expect, trying to talk to a crowd of hundreds of inebriated festival goers?
I really want to give her some grace and come to the conclusion that we agree on the important basics of anti-colonialism and anti-zionism, with some concerns about the level of technology our society is surrounded by, but as CJLO’s program director commented, she seems to have spent too much time on Twitter and not enough on podcasts.
It rained all morning. The weather really threatened to repeat what happened on last year’s day two: rain, all day, dreary, cold, wet, with little shelter and a lack of hot drinks. A lot of people still showed up to the fest, but there was a stark difference between those in full rain suits and those in t-shirts and short shorts. Thankfully, just before I got on my bike to head to the fest, the sky cleared up and the glorious sun warmed and dried the world. It ended up being a beautiful day. Thank you, weather beings.
This whole day, I stuck to the main stage. Day one felt a bit chaotic with constantly going back and forth, trying to catch bits of everyone. I passed by the Jardin stage at one point in the late evening, and it was just walls of noise, lights and people. I was not enticed by the astroturf pit.
Cecile Believe
This Montrealais alt-popstar is underrated. I feel like not many people know of her, but those who do come to her opening festival set and they throw down. She was very grateful for us, and the vibe was really great. She played all her hits, including her ‘new’ song with SOPHIE. It felt a bit like her POP Montreal show last October, her being a bit surprised she has such cool and dedicated fans who find her sets too short. I remember at the end of her show last year, everyone cried for an encore, but she didn’t have anything prepared. Someone in the audience said they would be happy if she just played something from Spotify and sang along with us. I felt this was still true here.
7/10
The camo gays are here and I love them!
Loukeman
This Torontonian DJ has really great songs, but this was more of a DJ set than original music, which was a bummer for me cause I was really not vibing to this sorta straight-normie-boarderline-skater-club music. It didn’t help that two of his Boys (friends? Entourage? Polycule?) came out on stage with him, and I was transfixed by their grills. What is this, 2007? What is going on? The gay members of the crowd, which included members of Montreal’s Ribbon Skirt, seemed to agree with me and moved along to the music in a non-committal way, waiting for it to get better. It did get better, thankfully, when he played gay music (Pink Pantheress).
2/10
I don’t really understand the draw of the VIP section. Yeah, it's next to the stage, but also, it's next to the stage, the view sucks, and there's no price difference at the bar. It's really just tables, but you have to stand at the tables. I just don’t get it.
Marie Davidson
Another Montreal musician with a half DJ, half live set, I am really appreciating this type of performance. However, I don’t know if I was just too close to the stage, but her presence kind of scared me. Maybe it just wasn’t dark enough yet to let my guard down yet but I found the evil-leather-brunett-Rocky-Horror vibe a bit too much for me at that moment. If it were closer to Halloween, I would’ve gotten into it, but I just was not feeling it in the summertime sunshine. Her stage presence was really phenomenal, and I felt fairly locked into it, but the way her vocals were getting mixed muddled anything she was saying to the audience. Something was going wrong on the equipment side of things, and her set was interrupted by tech dudes and later just abruptly ended. No idea what that was about.
4/10
At least they play MF DOOM between sets
Yeule
This was so rockstar. So alien sex god grunge rockstar power aura. Very band-that-would-play-in-Buffy-the-Vampire-Slayer. I loved it. It felt really reminiscent of Yves Tumor's performance last year, with the lights and the sunset and the complete disregard of the audience because the band is just too cool for that. The live drums and guitars and leather jacket, and tiny shorts had me entirely transfixed. They played from their two most recent albums and even whipped out a violin bow to play their guitar, very cool but really brief, I would’ve loved a bit of experimental noise solos from this, but perhaps a festival setting is not the place for that. But it was the most involved I had seen the crowd yet, so maybe it would have worked! This set was great, but there were music video clips playing on loop on the stage screen that were a bit too distracting.
9/10
I ran into my ex’s best friend’s ex I liked on Hinge, who never messaged me back. He gave me a hug. Okay
Rebecca black
She is just like a paramedic, finger right on the pulse. Even though during the earlier sets I had been surrounded by queers with tails, it felt the gayest during her set. I was really impressed by the vibe curation of this set; this felt like the most put-together and professional performer of the whole festival. The stage had prop protest signs with slogans mirroring homophobic protesters at pride: HOMO SEX IS LIFE. Her two dancers were beautiful buff gays in tight bedazzled camo tank tops and bleached buzzcuts, holding a camo banner with her name on it, which she climbed over at the beginning of her vocals. The screen behind her was perfect, bright colours flashing her name and flames with her lyrics; it was perfectly captivating and not distracting, and followed the music perfectly. I did not realize how much of a dedicated fan I was until I realized I knew all of her songs and had emotional connections to all of them. Two of her recent albums (Rebecca Black Was Here; SALVATION) corresponded to big breakups I’ve had, so yeah, it felt really good to scream along. This was her third performance in Montreal this year, and it did feel a bit gym teacher-y with a lot of ‘jump!’ and ‘hands up!’ sort of commands, kind of felt like a scene in But I’m A Cheerleader. Still, though, I did what she asked.
10/10
Yes, she did play her 2011 viral sensation Friday, yes, she played it in the middle of one of her more recent songs, yes, it was incredibly epic. Yes, recession pop is here, and camo is so back.
Arca
A lot of people came just for Arca. Which I don’t really get, like, if you’re going to pay for festival tickets, why don’t you come for at least some of the day rather than just the headliner? There are other cool artists. Do y’all not want the bragging rights of seeing Rebecca Black play Friday in 2025?
Arca mostly dj-ed but did play some original music. She minimized the size of her tube top within 10 minutes of being on stage. It was very cool and she is very beautiful, but I couldn’t really get into it. I haven't listened to much of Arca, but what I have heard is more of her earlier music instead of the more Latin beats she played. Yes! I am a poser :)
Arca saw Princess Sienna hanging out in the wings and invited her out onto the stage. I really had no clue who this was, but learned she is some sort of local Instagram trans woman artist sensation, I don’t know, I do not engage with the internet in that niche. It was cool to have additional sexy entertainment on stage, but I got a bit annoyed as it continued through the rest of the show, mostly from the repeated screaming into the mic. All of the vocals were peaking. It wasn’t great, but everyone seemed to be having a phenomenal time, and that's what matters. Someone gave her a Venezuelan flag with her name spraypainted across it, she draped it across her shoulders and took a moment to comment on peace and love, that that is what it's all about. This is how you address the greater political climate at a festival show.
7/10
This was better than last year, definitely helpful that the headliner didn’t drop out at the last minute, and it didn’t rain for a whole day like last year. The festival seems to be finding its niche a bit more, and the lineup and organization of artists made more sense and blended a bit better together, though there were still some abrupt vibe shifts. The food options seemed very limited, but security did let me bring in snacks. It is very strange to me that there was no merch tent. I wanted merch. I wanted to stare longingly at an $80 Yeule hoodie or something.
It was an interesting weekend to spend in a very different subculture than what I normally partake in (raves in the woods). So many eternal thanks to Palomosa and CJLO for inviting me back to be a weird, cynical mid-20-year-old at this festival <3
On Tuesday, September 30, hundreds gathered to march for the National Day for Truth and Reconciliation, an annual event meant to honor the victims and survivors of Canada's residential school systems.
Speakers and protesters voiced their stories and called out the continued violence against Indigenous women, as well as Canada's disrespect of Indigenous sovereignty.

All Photo Credit: Ashley Bellam
There is something quite unique about the band Wet Leg. The band's idiosyncratic style of what some may call “talk singing” gained them a massive following across the world. I was introduced to Wet Leg through Spotify’s Discover Weekly playlist. When I first heard their song “I Don’t Wanna Go Out’, I was completely enamoured by their artistry, and they immediately gained a spot in my top ten bands to see in concert. Arriving at Mtelus that night, I knew I wasn’t the only one with the same passion for the band.
The crowd’s demographic surprised me somehow. I was expecting an audience of indie college kids who are too cool to be seen in anything not vintage, but instead, I found a lot of millennials with their beers, ecstatic for Wet Leg’s performance. That’s the thing about Wet Leg’s sound, its relatability and its instrumental versatility invite anyone to enjoy it.
They began their set with the new hit single “Catch These Fits”, a song that encapsulates the aggressive passion that breakups can create. Seeing it live elevated the song’s experience as the lead singer encouraged us to chant and scream. They continued on with their hit single “Wet Dreams” from their debut self-titled album. The instrumental and its incorporated hand claps made the song’s live performance incredibly interactive. The live performance was paired with smoke machines and strobe lights, which added to the audience’s excitement. However, I believe it did not pair well with the structure of the venue.
Mtelus is terribly ventilated; the smoke machines only worsened this factor. Wet Leg makes music for people to dance, scream, jump and clap to. The venue made that nearly impossible. Luckily, I was adopted by a group of 30-year-olds who offered me water and told me, “We dance together, we sweat together, we’re all gross”. The solidarity within the audience was admirable, though it didn’t completely ease how suffocated we felt.
The crowd fell completely in love with the lead singer, Teasdale. Her stage presence made you feel like you were on stage with her, dancing along. It was incredibly refreshing to see an artist who is proud of their artistry and is delicate with their storytelling.
When they played ‘Davina McCall”, I spotted several lesbian couples singing and staring at each other lovingly. I was incredibly moved; though the song is not explicitly queer, it was refreshing to see how the queer community adopted the song as their own. Wet Leg just has this ability to invoke passion in others in various ways. Their song “Ur Mom” embodies the anger that you feel when someone you used to know has changed negatively. Teasdale asked us to scream as loud as humanly possible in the last verse of the latter. The audience was asked to scream a total of three times as the artist insisted it wasn’t loud enough. The last scream was powerful; the sound lingered in my mind hours after the concert. In that moment, as I felt the anger in the crowd, I felt like I knew who each person was thinking of. It was cathartic. They ended their show with an encore of “Chaise Longue”; the audience could not be more pleased. I then hurried, filled with excitement, joy and ten-dollar water, to go to the opening of Montreal’s queer club “Club DD’s”. It felt like my heart was started by jumper cables to a car. It was the greatest way to start the numerous concerts happening in Montreal this fall.
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It’s hard to put into words what the TUKAN experience really is, but I’ll try. Let me set the scene. A year and a half ago, during Montreal’s Jazz Fest on July 5, 2024, my friend went to see Berlioz at MTELUS. After the show, she asked the band the classic question: “Where’s the afters?” In what felt like fate, they replied, “We’re going upstairs.” Upstairs was where TUKAN was performing. I wasn’t there that first night, but the next morning, my friend called me and said she’d had the most life-changing experience. She tried to explain: TUKAN is a band that creates a live fusion of jazz, electronic, and instrumental music in real time. She couldn’t stop dancing and wouldn't stop talking about it. The fact that she went back again the following night told me everything I needed to know. I had to experience it myself.
The moment the four members stepped on stage and touched their instruments, I knew this was going to be one of those once-in-a-lifetime shows. From the first notes, I was pulled into their world. My body started moving, not with the usual concert sway of hips or casual shoulder shimmies, but with a flow that felt instinctive, like the music itself was guiding me. Montreal’s concert scene can be intimidating: crowds of stoic faces, subtle nods, and a quiet seriousness that sometimes overshadows the fun. TUKAN flipped that on its head. Their performance drew in people from all walks of life and invited everyone to let go, to dance without pretense. Suddenly, the room was alive with bodies fully surrendered to the sound. Tukan’s music builds in layers, ethereal tones stacking on one another, instruments weaving together until everything erupts in a beat drop that suspends time. In those moments, it felt like the entire crowd disappeared into a single rhythm, lost together in space and sound. With memories of Jazz Fest still burning in my head, the expectations for this night were sky-high.
After the longest introduction possible, let’s finally dive into TUKAN performance on Thursday, September 25, at Pop Montreal. I went with the same friends as last year, so we’d been waiting for their return for months. We walked into Bar Le Ritz PDB at 8:25 pm, just before the scheduled start time. Only five or ten people were scattered across the floor, and for a moment I wondered if we were in the right place. Surely that life-changing experience a year and a half ago had stuck with more people than just us. But of course, this is Montreal. The band was late, and so was everyone else. Our own anticipation made us forget what four years of living here had taught us: nothing starts on time, and nobody leaves the house before 10:30 pm. Still, the early arrival worked in our favour. We grabbed drinks and claimed a perfect spot front and center, barely a foot from the stage. At 9:00 pm, the opener, Poets Workout Soundsystem, burst onto the stage. Andrienne Amato wore a bright fuchsia Adidas tracksuit, while Andrew Whiteman, best known from Broken Social Scene, showed up in a red and white Adidas tracksuit, looking like he had stepped straight out of an '80s time capsule. Together they created fast, playful BPMs layered with groovy beats, radical poetry samples, and trippy visuals. Andrew, masked with oversized bug eyes, broke into funky shuffles and crumping moves that had me and my friends laughing. It wasn’t mocking laughter, more the kind that comes when something is so joyfully strange you can’t help but smile. That joy was the point. Their performance reminded me how fun itself can be a form of resistance. Oppression thrives on people feeling trapped and joyless, and here were two artists sampling poets like Ed Sanders, Alice Notley, and Nathaniel Mackey to argue the opposite: dancing, laughing, and celebrating are part of the fight. They even threw small posters into the crowd with QR codes that linked to a document listing all the poets and texts they had used. It was clear their goal was to educate as much as entertain, and the message landed: joy matters. Fun matters. In a capitalist system that infiltrates every corner of our lives, sometimes the most radical thing we can do is dance.
And just to make the moment even more surreal, Tukan themselves were standing right behind us in the crowd, watching their opener.
After a quick instrument changeover, the lights turned red and the four Belgian musicians who make up Tukan stepped onto the stage. To paint the scene, here’s how they stood from left to right: Samuel, rocking a shaggy blue mullet, stood at the keys; next was Nathan on bass; center stage sat Alexandre, freshly buzzed and with bright red hair that glowed perfectly under the lights as he settled in at the drums; and finally, on the far right, was Andrea on guitar. Samuel started things off, laying down the first notes, and one by one the others joined in, each adding a crucial layer to the sound unfolding before us. At its core, their music is a fusion of jazz and electronic dance, with clear psychedelic rock influences, but even that feels like an oversimplification. Their sound pulls from so many genres that trying to box them in does a disservice to what they actually do. The second the music hit, I was transported. Watching it happen live is like witnessing a shared trance, each member completely immersed in their own world yet perfectly attuned to one another. The music takes hold of them, and at the same time, it takes hold of us. You can feel it ripple through the room.
As I’ve said before, and want to emphasize again, Tukan’s performance is unlike anything I’ve ever witnessed. Words fall short when trying to describe what unfolds before your eyes, and even a video recording cannot capture the sensations or emotions their music evokes. The closest comparison I can offer is that of a religious or spiritual experience. I say this not from personal experience, but from what I’ve learned as a Religion and Cultures major. I have read countless accounts where people struggle to explain their encounters with the divine, where language fails, but the experience is deeply felt. In religious settings, people often speak of embodiment, the idea that the body becomes connected to something beyond itself through feeling. For instance, when someone says they saw God, they may not mean it literally, but the emotions and physical sensations they felt made the experience real. That is what TUKAN's performance feels like. It is not just watching a show, but being overtaken by the sensations and emotions the music creates. Another way to frame it is through this idea that artists talk about called the flow state, where you are so absorbed in what you are doing that you lose track of time and thought. During the show, I entered that flow state completely. I was immersed in dancing, letting my body move without hesitation. In a society where we are constantly stimulated by our phones and distracted from simply existing, it has become harder to just be. I once saw a TikTok that phrased it perfectly: technology used to be a way to escape life, and now life has become the escape from technology. TUKAN does the opposite. Their music launches you into pure presence, where space and time pause. For those moments, it feels like being conscious for the very first time. All that exists is the band, the people around you, and yourself.
There is something different about smaller venue concerts when the artists are only a foot away. It feels far more intimate because they can see you, you can see them, and that closeness changes everything. The people around you also become part of it, shaping your own experience while feeding into the band’s as well. Everyone in that room plays a role in what the night becomes. It is an incredible feeling to stand there knowing we had all just shared a once-in-a-lifetime concert. TUKAN cannot really be compared to any other performance I have been to. They stand apart, creating a genre of their own that pushes against musical expectations and results in something uniquely theirs. As a band, and through their music, they embody this idea of collective unity. Each member brings something essential, and one couldn’t exist without the others. I was blown away all over again by the way they layered and blended their instruments right in front of us. The chemistry between them was unreal. The set flowed almost endlessly. A few songs from their last Montreal show popped up, and my friends and I definitely lost it a bit. Each track made us move in our own way, and none of us cared what we looked like.
In my long-winded way, I want to wrap this up by leaving you with a few things to think about. In a world where so many people worry about how they are perceived, there is something deeply beautiful about letting go and not having a single care. If there is only one takeaway from everything I’ve written, let it be this: go to a concert where you do not already know the artist. This is not to say you shouldn’t go to TUKAN's next show, which I absolutely recommend, but to encourage you to seek out that feeling of organic discovery. Go to a concert where you know just one or two songs and allow yourself to experience something new. That is how I found TUKAN, and it is how I have discovered many of my favourite artists. It sounds so simple, but people often get caught up in the idea that you need to know an artist’s entire catalogue to show up at their show. You do not. Some of the best musical experiences happen when you walk in with no expectations.
One final thought: live performance is often essential to who an artist is, and this is certainly true of TUKAN. A video cannot capture what we witnessed that night, and even their recorded songs on Spotify or Apple Music cannot fully convey the experience of seeing them live. Without the performance, you lose the heart of their music-making process, and that process is at the core of what makes TUKAN so extraordinary.

It was a gloomy Monday when a line wrapped around the Beanfield Theatre, waiting for Ellie Rowsell, Joel Amey, Theo Ellis, and Joff Oddie, also known as Wolf Alice, to light up the stage.
As the first notes of “Thorns” echoed through the room, the crowd’s energy turned electric. Rocking an eighties-inspired striped blue bodysuit, glittery eyeshadow and big black boots, the scene felt reminiscent of an old prom night, with Ellie dancing in front of a shimmery fringe background. Thorns is a clear testament to Wolf Alice’s ability to create a smooth, almost theatrical pop track, blending lush vocals with punchy instrumentals, a recurring pattern in their new album, The Clearing. The band continued by playing a selection of songs from their older albums, immersing the audience in a blend of shoegaze, rock, and pop- genres they mesh seamlessly to create an atmosphere that’s both gritty and glamorous.
Under hazy orange lights, the familiar chords of “Bloom, Baby, Bloom”, mesmerized the audience. Ellie’s powerful vocals, intertwined with the band’s jazz and rock-infused instrumentals, made for a performance reminiscent of iconic 1970s magnetic rock and pop sound. Everyone in the room was singing to their friends, dancing without a care; the band obviously knows how to captivate an audience. While Beanfield Theatre hold around a thousand attendees, this performance could have easily electrified much bigger stages.
Wolf Alice followed with more tracks from their new album; each met with louder cheers from the audience. After a giant disco ball lit up every corner of the room, the band carried the dreamy atmosphere into “How Can I Make it Okay?” and “Safe From Heartbreak (If You Never Fall in Love)”. For the latter, Ellie invited Chloe on stage, who had eagerly held up a sign asking to sing along.
The song’s mellow guitar and bass meshed beautifully with Ellie and Chloe’s voices, making it one of the most intimate moments of the night.
The band continued the night with tracks from various albums. Some highlights include “Yuk Foo” and “Play The Greatest Hits”, both angsty rock songs with hints of punk and shoegaze. As flashing lights and sirens filled the room, Ellie sang through a megaphone, offering a raw performance with a hint of Riot Grrrl energy. After a captivating performance of “The Sofa”, the final track from their new album, the band announced they were done for the night.
The crowd, however, had other plans. As soon as the band exited the stage, the cheers grew louder than before, nearly shaking the venue. Less than two minutes later, bright lights bathed the stage as the band returned for an encore. It felt like the end of a coming-of-age movie as everyone in the crowd soaked up the last few minutes of music. Wolf Alice ended the show with “Don’t Delete the Kisses”, which was nothing short of magical. The theatre was painted in a pink tint with bubbles floating around. It was one of those moments you know you’ll miss while you’re still living it. The song’s nostalgic, dreamy essence reduced the world to just the room for a few minutes. What began as a grey evening ended as a glamorous, enchanting, and unforgettable night.

*Warning: reader discretion is advised while reading this article, as the subject matter of death and the holocaust is mentioned often.”
Eleanor The Great (Currently playing in limited release Cineplex Forum, version originale avec sous-titres français (Cinémathèque québécoise /Montréal, Cinéma Le Clap Ste-Foy/Québec, Le Tapis Rouge/Trois-Rivière, with a wider release in the coming weeks )
Dir: Scarlett Johansson
Starring: June Squibb, Erin Kellyman, Chiwetel Ejiofor, Rita Zohar
Run Time: 1hr38min
Eleanor the Great was never on my radar of releases of the year, but I heard of it from a work colleague at the theatre. When I first heard mention of the title and director, debut for actress Scarlet Johansson, I didn’t know if I let out a groan or a sigh, as what conjured in my mind was another historical period bio picture film just in time for award season. Johansson set her desire and aspirations from a young age for the role of director, having observed the late Robert Redford directing during The Horse Whisperer. A quick research on the film led me to a contrary thought of interest when I read June Squibb, who I found to be a delightful comedic revelation opposite Bruce Dern in Nebraska (2013), as the title character, Eleanor. Maybe this was not going to be the period piece I might have been dreading in my head from the title alone. Rather, the film delves into themes of aging, Jewish identity, dealing with grief and intergenerational friendship.
94-year-old Eleanor (June Squib) and her best friend Bessie (Rita Zohar), for the past 10 years, have been living as roommates in Florida, where they go shopping together, exercise and enjoy each other's company through conversations. Pointing out their synchronization in an early scene when both are putting on their shoes at the same time with the same movements. Sometimes these conversations are of the past as Bessie is a holocaust survivor, imparts her stories to Eleanor. After Bessie dies suddenly, Eleanor moves to New York to reconnect with her daughter (Jessica Hatchet) and her grandson (Will Price) in the hopes that this will help with the grief of the loss of her friend. However, her daughter is out of the house most days, and starts talking about a retirement home with a better sense of community, and her grandson seems to be occupied with his friends despite his love for his grandmother. Eleanor seems lost and invisible, missing that connection she had with Bessie
Her daughter suggests taking classes at the local JJC community centre. Eleanor ends up going; however, instead of going into a class, she unknowingly walks into a support group for Holocaust survivors, who welcome her into the group. On the spot, she shares one of Bessie’s stories, unbeknownst to the consequences that will follow her. Also in the group is Nina, a journalism student who befriends a reluctant Eleanor and decides to make her class assignment topic on Eleanor’s life, even if it’s Bessie’s life. Eleanor distances herself at first, but, feeling alone and isolated, starts digging a deeper hole by telling stories that are not her own. Despite the generational gap, both Nina and Eleanor bond and help each other overcome their grief and loss, as Nina has recently lost her mother. Along with this, Eleanor reflects on her own Jewish identity, having converted when she married her husband, goes to synagogue with Nina and even prepares for her own BatMitzvah. However, as their friendship becomes stronger, their bond may become fractured upon the reveal of Eleanor’s true self.
The film is a bit clunky as we follow Eleanor down the path of not telling the whole truth of the matter, even though she thinks she means well. I can see how some viewers, especially survivors of the holocaust, will take issue with this narrative function of the film. It was never her story to tell, but Eleanor uses the story as a memory of her friend to help overcome the internal grief she is dealing with over that friend's loss. The same can be said for Nina, who latches on to the support group, and Eleanor, to deal with the loss of her mother. What I can commend the film for as well is the oral history preservation, as painful as it is, it is important so it does not repeat itself. Johansson worked closely with the USC Shoah Foundation for the subplot of the film about Holocaust survivors, as real survivors were cast for the support group. In summary, a solid debut on loss and grief and the friends we find along the way from director Scarlett Johansson. June Squibb is great as Eleanor when the comedy elements come in, but also helms the emotional core of the film alongside her co-star Erin Kellyman. Here’s hoping for some award recognition for June Squibb when award season comes around.
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No artist sounds quite like Spill Tab. The genre-blending songs merge alternative pop with jazz nuances. Claire Chica, the creative force behind these entrancing tracks, is a 28-year-old singer-songwriter, multi-instrumentalist, and producer. Born in Thailand, raised in Paris, and now based in LA, she crafts English and French songs layered with energetic rhythms, desire, nostalgia, and angst.
On September 26th, Chica brought her colour-changing lamps to decorate the stage of Bar le Ritz for the Pop Montreal Festival. Inviting the audience into her world, she made the venue feel at home as she introduced her new album, Angie, released on May 16th, 2025. An album that I’ve been constantly listening to since its release. Drawing from a horrible breakup that inspired the album, she created a cathartic experience that the audience could feel through her beautiful voice and crazy instrumentals. Between songs, Chica and her bass player entertained the crowd with jokes, keeping spirits high while resolving technical issues and setting up equipment. Nearly every song from the new album was performed, including the thirty-second "Morning Dew Interlude," giving the audience a chance to absorb the album's musical complexity. As a spontaneous addition, Spill tab performed "Runner" by Alex G, inspired by a moment of boredom during soundcheck. The set ended with "Assis," with Chica stating it was great to be somewhere where her French songs could be understood.
Before Spill tab was Maddie Davis, the opening act, who set the tone with her alt-rock/pop music. She was joined by a guitarist and a backing track as she performed tracks from her new EP “Smile at the Good,” released July 18th and a couple of songs from her last EP “RAGE”. Following a similar structure to Spill Tab's set, she included one cover. Her rendition of “The One That Got Away” by Katy Perry was even sadder than the original, thanks to her melodic, reverbed voice and the echoing electric guitars. Although I hadn’t heard of her before, her songs “What if?”, “RAGE,” and “Goodbye for Now” stayed with me long after the concert.
The September 16th show of Spill Tab and Maddy Davis was perfect for anyone going through a breakup with its sad, vengeful, and nostalgic themes. I heavily suggest the new Spill Tab album, Angie, to all who want to widen their music taste; it’s guaranteed to impress you!

This being the first concert I've attended solo, I had no idea what to expect walking into Studio TD last week to see Nourished By Time. Showing up fifteen minutes before showtime to a practically empty room made me feel too visible, too seen. But people pooled in, and it allowed me to observe the demographic and feel present in the room, alone but part of a collective.
Standing in the spaced-out crowd, I noticed a dad and his daughter joking together at a table and an older couple in front of me with arms around each other. A familiar face walked through the crowd, and it took me a second to realize it had been Marcus of Nourished By Time (himself!) making his way somewhere in the back of the crowd to watch the opening act.
Zsela paralyzed us all with a sound that moved through every inch of the space. She paired the smoothest of voices with a bass that felt like the building would collapse on us with every drop, but the crowd stood hypnotized, swaying and staring at her fluid presence. She snapped us out of it by requesting two deep breaths from the room, and I knew that I was in for something spiritually awakening.
Nourished By Time had a similar effect, immediately getting to business with his first song off of The Passionate Ones, “Automatic Love”. The first thing that drew me to his stage presence was a pink scarf he kept with him, dancing with it and taking ownership of the stage more and more with every movement and verse. I’m not exaggerating when I say he never. stopped. moving. And neither did I, something I didn’t think I’d be capable of, being so self-conscious just a moment earlier. It was when he played “Daddy”, probably my absolute favourite song of his, that I felt the energy rise significantly around me. Some of us were jumping up and down, and I didn’t even care to think of how silly I must have looked because it felt so necessary, especially with his next song being “9 2 5”, the most fun track off the recent album. He tied his scarf around the wire of the mic right near the top, and proceeded to raise it in the air above his head and then slung it over his shoulder, allowing the long pink scarf to drape over him as he worked the keys. Someone at the very front was filming with a PlayStation Vita, which put my little digicam to shame.
“It’s all for him” is what I have written in my notes from that night. He danced as if he were the only person in the room, alone with his music and himself. As he sang “Max Potential”, the lyrics mirrored his act and album concept so accurately: “You’re not passionate at all, and that’s all on you.”. Songs like that make you want to lock yourself in your room for days and never stop creating. The older gentleman who was with his wife from earlier was in front of me and was wearing a backwards hat that said “(art)”, and I thought, “yes! yes! exactly!”.
With a diverse demographic, the most heart-wrenching (yet unavoidably danceable) music, and the fueling of passion in your heart, Nourished By Time is a performance everyone
should see if they wish to be reminded that we should all be working towards something greater than ourselves, and that you should never stop moving.