Hosted and Produced by Erica Bridgeman
Stories written by Cat Spencer, Spoon Jung and Saturn De Los Angeles
This diary takes you on an ocular journey across time and space, back to three wonderful days in mid May 2013, where a diverse group of artists performed to crowds of punk rock lovers at Pouzza Fest in Montreal.
Text by Clifton Hanger, host of Brave New Jams every Saturday 10-midnight
Photography by Robert Portnoff
The Creepshow thrills the crowd at Les Foufounes Électriques with a spirited set of slammin' psychobilly.
Kenda, lead singer of The Creepshow getting down to business.
In punk tradition, Kenda shares the microphone with a Pouzza Fest fan.
The Creepshow's guitar player provides some backing vocals.
David McWane of Big D and the Kids Table showed the audience at Les Foufounes Électriques why they are one of the better ska punk bands around.
The Atari's drummer Erik Perkins jams under the red light during their show at Club Soda.
Hailing from Bremerton, Washington, MxPx brought the goods east when they stopped by Club Soda, closing the first night of the fest.
Mike Herrera of MxPx channeled the spirit of Joe Strummer when the band ended their show with The Clash classic "Should I Stay Or Should I Go".
MU330 strut their stuff during an after hours concert at Théâtre Sainte Catherine.
Mike O'Toole of Make Do And Mend filled Club Soda with the sounds of his guitar.
Make Do And Mend lead singer James Carroll worked up a sweat during their set at Club Soda.
A fan joins the fun during Montreal punk band Self Control's concert at COOP Katacombes.
Justin Gilman of Diamond Youth during their set at Club Soda.
Russ Rankin of Good Riddance threw down some old school punk at Les Foufounes Électriques.
Sheena Ozzella from the band Lemuria proved to be the queen of Foufounes Électriques Sunday night.
It was a packed house at Foufounes when Dead To Me took the stage. With Tyson "Chicken" Icharico on bass (foreground) and Ken Yamazaki on guitar.
Pouzza Fest still life.
Sheena again, this time in colour.
Who doesn't like The Smiths? Certainly not Ian Anderson of Dead To Me.
Sam Johnson providing the vocals for Dead To Me.
Tyson "Chicken" Icharico strutting at Les Foufounes Électriques.
Kristian Hallbert of Dead To Me rocking the camouflage.
Kristian Hallbert, minus the camouflage.
Jordan Pundik of New Found Glory embracing the audience.
A fan joins New Found Glory on the Foufounes stage.
With so much going down at Les Foufounes Électriques Sunday night, it was easy to get a little cross-eyed. Steven Klein of New Found Glory.
Another fan getting in on the fun.
Ian Grushka of New Found Glory. Dig the Buddy Holly tattoo. Did you know that tattoo is also a noun meaning an evening drum or bugle signal recalling soldiers to their quarters?
And so it ends with an old hardcore adage on the back of a t-shirt.
View from the Venue interviewed Matt Korvette from Pissed Jeans during their tour stop at Il Motore in Montreal. We talk about the benefits of having a band as a hobby instead of a full time job, preventing sexism in the punk scene, and their album Honeys. Check out more from Pissed Jeans on the Sub Pop website.
"Piss River" at Rockfest 2013
It looks as if Amnesia Rockfest 2013 really messed up this year, and the people who bought their tickets are voicing their concern. This article is based on public opinion and not the opinion of CJLO 1690 AM. We spoke with those who attended the weekend festival and we are quoting their words and experiences. Understandably, most of them did not want to use their full names, but we thank them for their feedback nonetheless.
According to the majority of concert goers security was awful, barely present, and guards had no idea what they were doing. Cathy V. believes the fest was chaotic because security was non-existent. "For the 'security' it's more about letting people bring in fireworks and shooting them in the crowd that could have gotten people hurt. There was also a guy that wrote about getting wailed on by another dude for no fucking reason and there was no security to back him up. When we left the first night, some moron dragged down the fence on the way out and it fucking fell on people... So I'm not saying we need more... but it would have been nice to have some compared to none." Cathy V. adds that the entire event was chaotic and it seemed as though everyone in charge was absent or clueless. "The complete disorganization of the first day was ridiculous. No actual 'lines' for the ticket booths, I heard some people that arrived at noon only got their bracelets at 3 pm. We showed up at 2 pm and waited in line for an hour before a security guard stood in the mess and started taking tickets and handing out bracelets. There was zero security except at the gate entrances. I love that they (Rockfest organizers) said we couldn't bring outside items, but I could have brought a flask and gotten in with no problem..."
Ally M., however, disagrees. She thinks people are focusing too much on the negative and says she had a fun time minus the long lines, mud and bathroom issues. "Sometimes more security causes more problems... It felt great to be in a place that people just kind of took over the town and yet there was no real violence or anger. I think people get too caught up in complaining. This was a huge year, next year will probably be better. It's a PUNK ROCK FESTIVAL not a governor's ball; it's going to be dirty. It was an experience. I think it delivered. Just needs a little more organizing."
Elizabeth D. thinks security needs to be a number one priority when it comes to outdoor festivals like Rockfest. "I think security is very important at any big festival. I remember way back in 1994 there were reports of women being raped at Woodstock's 25th anniversary festival. With all the camping going down at Rockfest, there should be patrols to, hopefully, prevent bad stuff like that [from] happening."
Long lineups were another source of frustration for audience members. Apparently the lines to enter festival grounds were so long that some fans missed out on seeing their favorite bands. Shuttle buses for camp zones four and five were tardy and at times no shows. This resulted in people being stranded at 2 am with no way back to their campsite. Also, an unfortunate lack of porta potties created what people are calling "Piss River" within the concert gates. Not to mention the smell emanating from campsites can only be blamed on the excess of fecal matter swelling from the mere six porta potties available per site. A camper from zone three told us that the porta potties were overflowing so much that people had to crouch over a mountain of feces in order to go to the bathroom. Late in the night, campers had no choice but to squat next to the porta potties because going inside was too repulsive. One camper, who wishes to remain anonymous, added that she could not believe what she was witnessing. "I woke up in the morning and I felt like I was in some third-world refugee camp! Can you believe I paid money for this?"
It seems that everyone is jumping on the anger bandwagon, calling Rockfest disorganized, unsupervised, unsanitary and unpleasant.
The interesting thing about all this is that if you go on the Rockfest Facebook page you'll find only positive comments. "I swear that I've have left critical comments but they were deleted! What's up with that?" Mike H. says he and his friends complained about site conditions and how late the shuttle bus was. He expected at least a reply or apology. "I go to check how many other people are bitching about the weekend and guess what, my comment is gone and all I see are good ones like: great fest can't wait until next year. Are they really trying to cover this all up...?" If Rockfest organizers are trying to stay on the down low, they aren't doing a very good job at it. Rumor has it that the fest may face a class action lawsuit, but no confirmation as been announced just yet. Rockfest founder Alex Martel is not doing any press at the moment and has made no comments concerning the ordeal.
Jenn E. says she's been to plenty of outdoor festivals and never has she experienced anything as hectic as Rockfest. "It was a zoo, and even a zoo is too tame by comparison. I mean, I have a lot of positives about how nice everyone was crowd-wise, minus the guy who tried to fight me. But they have no first aid on sight, God forbid anyone had heat stroke. But I know of multiple injuries that could not be seen, I hated the lack of security, the entrance and exit was a shit show. The shit on the ground was a shit show. I'm mainly happy with the lineup, and the actually moderately affordable food, and selection. Otherwise, my overall experience was negative. I'd rather see warped tour come back with such a line up, rather than ever have to deal with that place. The people of Montebello were fabulous, but I'm disappointed by the lack of professionalism from the concert organizers."
--Abby Schachter is a freelance journalist and host of The Reaktor (Fridays at 2 PM EST on CJLO). Follow Abby on Tumblr.
When I walked into Il Motore, the venue smelled like sea food. I wondered if had I mistakenly entered a restaurant, or could it have been the rainy weather coming in from outside? Or was it Oakland, California trio Shannon and the Clams, who were on stage setting up for the show? It really did smell like seafood! I'm not making this up! I quite enjoyed the coincidence, to be honest, as it contributed to the room's atmosphere. Mmmmm... good music and yummy sea food.
Sound check was quite the ordeal for them, as both Shannon Shaw and Cody Blanchard got painful shocks on the lips from the un-grounded microphones. That problem seemed to have fixed itself, but it took a little bit for the band to really get going since they couldn't hear anything through the monitors. Shannon also commented that the people on the floor were just sort of standing there, staring, not doing anything. Yeah, typical. Welcome to Montreal. I felt kind of bad at that moment, because Shannon and the Clams were really freaking great.
I love their unique take on the garage genre. Their music is grimy and raw, and draws its inspiration from '60s rhythm and blues, Cry Baby, and Sha Na Na. This is the type of doo-wop I imagine the kids would have danced to at senior proms all over the United States back in the day—after drinking some spiked punch, of course. Shannon has some mad style, too. Like a punk rock waitress. She wore an apron, played her bass guitar different from anyone I've seen perform in the past, and sang with a surly voice. Cody's voice has an in-tune but hoarse quality to it as well (kind of like a male Stevie Nicks), and they did an amazing job at sharing and taking the lead as singers.
I'll tell ya, though, things got real after Shannon asked for the lights to be dimmed a little lower. The crowd started twisting and shaking to tracks like "Troublemaker" from their debut I Wanna Go Home, "Done with You" from their sophomore album Sleep Talk, and plenty of new songs from their latest Dreams in the Rat House. Finally. People were participating in having fun!
I've said in the past that the audience is an integral part of what makes a show great, and it was nice that the kids at Il Motore finally stopped posing and started dancing.
--Stephanie Dee hosts "Twee Time" and "Champions of the Local Scene" every week on CJLO! Follow @tweegirl on Twitter.
Hosted and Produced by Erica Bridgeman
Stories writen by Saturn De Los Angeles and Spoon Jung
NOTICE: CJLO 1690 AM is aware of the impending controversy regarding Rockfest, and new articles are in the works to report on the issues with the conditions at the festival. In the meantime, the following article reports on the Rockfest showcases and not the festival's overall experience.
Article by Abby Schachter, freelance journalist and host of The Reaktor (Fridays at 2 PM EST on CJLO). Follow Abby on Tumblr. Photos by Jason Harbour.
Rockfest is a big deal. What started off as a tiny little festival in the even tinier town of Montebello, Quebec (900 residents) eight years ago has exploded into the ultimate punk rock showcase. Renowned punk, metal and rock bands like Rancid, Deftones, Dropkick Murphys, Lamb of God, Pennywise, and Lagwagon (to name a few) perform at Rockfest every year. The cool part is that most of them send out a personalized request. In 2013, Rockfest guests included the above and more with special appearances from Marilyn Manson and Alice Cooper. However, Manson managed to ruin nearly everybody's weekend when he caused "disturbances" during his arrival Saturday morning... but let's start at the very beginning.
For those of you who have never heard of Rockfest, it's a fun-filled weekend complete with music and camping. Montebello transforms from a quiet suburb into a crazy campsite overnight. Fans pitch up tents everywhere, including the lawn in front of the town's church. Walking down the street is nearly impossible due to crowds of punks and metal heads roaming the town in search of beer, cigarettes, and shelter from the sun. The lineups at grocery stores, depanneurs (corner stores), banks, and bathrooms are at least an hour wait. It's definitely a sight worth seeing.
Alex Martel is the founder, organizer, master, chief, captain, and general boss of Rockfest. Martel was only seventeen years old with no experience, contacts or money when he dreamed up Rockfest in 2005. However, he did have a vision and an astonishing work ethic for a teen. Martel believes his love and obsession for music is what motivated him. "During the weekend instead of hanging out with friends like normal people, I would be backstage at shows in the U.S or Montreal or Toronto." Martel says he just wanted something fun to do in his hometown because there was nothing to do there. He never thought the festival would grow into something so big.
When asked how he got such famous names to perform in a town in the middle of nowhere, Martel explained that the lineup consists of groups who heard the festival was exciting. Apparently, the bands that play at Rockfest have so much fun that not only do they want to come back and perform the following year, but they invite other bands to join them. "One of the first bands that really, really helped with spreading the word was Anti-Flag. They loved the fest and talked about it to, like, every punk band. I thank them every time I see them." It's no wonder musicians want to take part in the show, all performing artists get full VIP treatment. In fact, they get an entire hotel reserved just for them. With rooftop poolside access overlooking the entire festival!
Luckily for us, my fellow media partners and I received full VIP backstage access to the fest. We were able to hang out at that hotel cordoned off from "normal folk" and socialize with the bands in the media room all weekend long. Though it was more work than play we still had our fair share of fun. The festival organizers are some of the nicest people I have ever met and dealt with in regards to festival planners. Martel includes nearly his entire family in the process. His grandma helped supervise media passes, his mom aided in managing the hotel, and his dad helped out with transporting band equipment.
Unfortunately some of the things that happened that weekend caused them a whole lot of underserved stress. Main stresses? Security guards who did not do their job properly (check out article entitled security and poop) and the very epitome of a high-maintenance Hollywood diva: Marilyn Manson.
Friday night was near perfect. The shows ran on time, people were deliriously drunk and happy because they were listening to the bands they loved. Groups were enjoying their stay at the privately catered hotel, and Martel and company seemed to be relatively calm. Also, security was in check… sort of. Then Saturday arrived and with that the Alice Cooper/Marilyn Manson entourage. Alice Cooper seemed undemanding from what I overheard from staff on site. Marilyn Manson, however, who I personally think is many a step down from Cooper, was a totally different story. He was what some may call socially inept, snobby and high maintenance. Everything you expect from pop stars like Christina Aguilera or Justin Bieber. Turns out "badass" metal "ish" Satan crooner Marilyn Manson is allegedly nothing but a snobby Hollywood diva who thinks he is too good to hang out with the likes of famous punk rock bands. The guy is neither cool nor impressive but rather a big old self-absorbed "artiste."
Remember that cordoned off Hotel with the rooftop access and pool? It was shut down for Manson. He supposedly did not want to be disturbed by the bands that were also staying at the same hotel. We are talking about legendary bands like: Rise Against, Dropkick Murphys, Lagwagon, and a slew of others. Manson also caused a major cluster you-know-what when he made festival planners re-organize the line-up because he allegedly wanted the main stage all to himself for set-up.
As a result not only was the entire Saturday schedule switched, but Rockfest attendees did not know which bands were playing when or where. People were told that the stage was broken when in reality it was not. How do I know this? I spoke with members from bands that were affected by the sudden chaotic switch-ups.
One of those members was "Little Joe" Raposa, the bassist from Lagwagon. He opened up to me about why their set was moved from noon to six in the evening. Concert goers were really disappointed when they learned that Lagwagon, who was scheduled to play Saturday at twelve in the afternoon, would not be on until much later. The band had nothing to do with this sudden time switch; they were looking forward to being an opening act to pump up the crowd. "We were supposed to be the fluffers so to say, like the people to get the crowd into it but that went out the window. We were told (by staff): Alice Cooper and Marilyn Manson are coming and they are bringing their giant tour busses and are basically taking over the main stage." Lagwagon was then directed to perform at 6:45 p.m. on the small stage.
Little Joe added that Manson and his crew were so particular that they actually wanted to re-rig the entire P.A system! "In the hotel they closed down the pool and a whole bunch of other facilities. It was fucking hot out and I wanted to go swimming! Also, the manager for Rise Against (the headlining band for Rockfest) went to his production room you know to work and he found his computer outside the room in the hallway … just discarded like that." Apparently there was a sign on the locked door to the room with Marilyn Manson and Alice Cooper's name on it.
Manson seemed to disregard and disrespect everyone and anyone who he deemed irrelevant.
Little Joe says he has a theory that Manson and Cooper just don't understand the punk rock scene. "I think they are used to these giant productions and don't understand the whole 'show up' with your band and just play thing."
According to Joe, Lagwagon wasn't too upset over the schedule change but they were worried that fans would be. "We told the guys (fest organizers) that we would play any timeslot they give us. I just can't wait to play. I'm stoked!" Little Joe also expressed sympathy towards Rockfest Organizers, saying he still thinks the fest is amazing and the band would absolutely love to come back next year. "This fucking shit does not bother me and of course we will come back!"
From ground level my fellow media mates and I spotted Manson on the rooftop surrounded by his posse. He had the whole pool to himself and was gazing out at the fest beneath him—notice I say beneath. That word suits someone who treats non-Hollywood people as though they are insignificant so well.
From what I heard, Manson and Cooper put on a decent show, but I did not feel the need to stick around for it. What's the point if the guys don't appreciate their fellow musicians or fans? With that being said, Rockfest was still a blast and I got to hang out with some of my all-time favorite bands consisted of some of the most interesting and down-to-earth people I'd ever met. Not to mention Alex and his family did an amazing job at making everyone feel accommodated.
Rockfest 2014 is already in the works but the lineup is top secret! For more info on the fest be sure to check out the website http://www.pnrockfest.com/en/
Hosted by: Gabrielle Fahmy
Stories by: Catlin Spencer, Saturn De Los Angeles & Gabrielle Fahmy
Produced by: Spoon Jung
Today was the 2013 Polaris Music Prize long-list announcement at the PHI Centre in Old Montreal. Members of Radio Radio, Laurel Sprengelmeyer (Little Scream), Ruby Kato Attwood (Yamantaka // Sonic Titan), and Owen Pallett (Final Fantasy) were on hand to quickly read the list. The press conference included a live performance by 2013 long-listers Les Soeurs Boulay.
Many CJLO favourites have made the long list this year, including METZ, Alaclair Ensemble, Tegan and Sara, and Rah Rah.
Without further ado, here are the 40 long-list albums in alphabetical order by artist:
Alaclair Ensemble - Les Maigres Blancs D'Amérique du Noir
Anciients - Heart of Oak
The Besnard Lakes - Until Excess, Imperceptible UFO
Louis-Jean Cormier - Le Treizième Étage
Daphni - Jiaolong
Mac DeMarco - 2
Evening Hymns - Spectral Dusk
Hannah Georgas - Hannah Georgas
Godspeed You! Black Emperor - 'Allelujah! Don't Bend! Ascend!
Chilly Gonzales - Solo Piano II
Jim Guthrie - Takes Time
Hayden - Us Alone
Zaki Ibrahim - Every Opposite
Ken Mode - Entrench
Kid Koala - 12 Bit Blues
Kobo Town - Jumbie in the Jukebox
Pierre LaPointe - Punkt
Lee Harvey Osmond - The Folk Sinner
Les Soeurs Boulay - Le Poids des Confettis
Corb Lund - Cabin Fever
The Luyas - Animator
Majical Cloudz - Impersonator
Metric - Synthetica
METZ - METZ
Danny Michael with the Garifuna Collective - Black Birds Are Dancing Over Me
AC Newman - Shut Down the Streets
Old Man Luedecke - Tender is the Night
Lindi Ortega - Cigarettes & Truckstops
Peter Peter - Une Version Améliorée de la Tristesse
Purity Ring - Shrines
Rah Rah - The Poet's Dead
Rhye - Woman
Daniel Romano - Come Cry with Me
Colin Stetson - New History Warfare Vol. 3: To See More Light
Suuns - Images du Futur
Tegan and Sara - Heartthrob
Al Tuck - Stranger at the Wake
Whitehorse - The Fate of the World Depends on this Kiss
Young Galaxy - Ultramarine
On Tuesday night I saw !!!. This wasn’t the first time I’d seen !!!, but my mom has seen them more times than me and she advises two things: (1) “take [redacted illicit substance] beforehand, but not as much as that time your stepdad threw up,” and (2) “touch Nic Offer’s ass. I’ve touched his ass and it was great!”
Now, !!! didn’t play NXNE - they were at le Belmont – but that I followed at least one of these pieces of advice (I’ll leave the speculation to you) provides a partial explanation as to why I zombied through most of my trip to Toronto the next day. I remember dudebros from Vanier on their way to a varsity football camp in Cincinnati talking about girls and porn the entire way on the Megabus, seeing that Canadian guy from the Daily Show filming something on Adelaide on my way to the hotel, and eating “healthy” Shoppers Drug Mart chips on my hotel bed as the first meal of the day. Besides that, a bit of a blur.
As the first day of the music component of NXNE, Wednesdays are a bit abbreviated. We decided to make a go of it through and see as many different ends of the genre-d spectrum as possible in an evening and in the same general vicinity (preceded cheap Chinatown dumplings and hotel room TV, of course --- sorry Vagina Panther, Toddlers and Tiaras beckoned).
Samanta Martin and the Haggard (I don't have a very good camera so music photography will be substituted by relevant pictures of cats from the internet)
We started out in Kensington, going into venues at random. We caught a bit of Toronto’s Samantha Martin and the Haggard (“soul powerhouse of blues, gospel, rockabilly, and rock n’ roll”) at the Supermarket (268 Augusta). We ducked out early because it felt like a “mom show,” too many moms to start off a weekend of depravity (sorry moms, nothing personal) --- Ontario really has no deficit of singer/songwriters and their bands playing “sassy country-folk,” and we have too much to sample in too little time. Technically, they were fine though - I’m a fan of tambourines, and the consensus on the guitarist was “DILF.” Congratulations, guy.
BABYSITTER
We moseyed on down to the Detour Bar (193 ½ Baldwin). The Detour was great – a little hole in the wall with cheap bear, a playful chalkboard menu (highlights included the Starfleet insignia tucked away next to the Sangria special and the giant notice that advised in no uncertain terms “ABSOLUTELY NO DUCKFACE ALLOWED”). Caught a bit of the Plugs (“energetic guitars and the poppier side of punk”) before taking a park-break; bless ‘em, but they definitely sounded like they were from Brampton. Returned for BABYSITTER (“West coast rock and roll revolutionaries with a uniquely skewed take on anthemic grunge”). When I lived out in Victoria for my first year of university, they played fairly regularly at the only good pub in town (shout out to Logan’s) and I had a bit of a crush on the lead singer. Like, enough that I wrote a drunk Craigslist missed connection complimenting him on his bowtie after a show. In the three years since, I’ve grown older, more sober, and he grew out his hair. So now he’s less hot-hot, more confusing-hot-like-that-guy-they-casted-as-Daario-on-Game-of-Thrones.
I guess the gig was fun too.
SATURNS
The Rivoli (332 Queen) played to SATURNS (“a broken synthesizer, space invasions, and earth samples”), and they were fine. Very much part of a particular Toronto-based hipster brand of weird party music, but they sold it. And I’m a sucker for dueling guitars and sci-fi rhapsodizing. We would have stayed at the Rivoli and closed the night with Duck Duck Goose (“off-beat Toronto act merging a sense of adventure to a groove and melody”) but we spotted a fedora and fled. When you're on limited time, sometimes you gotta let snap-sartorial judgements lead the way. So we ended up at another Toronto institution, the Bovine Sex Club (542 Queen) for Midnight Malice (“metal meet beer, beer meet metal”). There were skinny tattoed topless men (none them as well-tattoed as the guy in the audience with "I HATE PEOPLE" written in careful script on his chest, though), loud guitars, and a couple failed stagedives - to a casual observer, this seemed like metal, yes. And standing on the edge of the moshpit ensured plenty of beer spilled on my person. So far, Midnight Malice holds the title of most accurate band description.
And then we went to bed. I had a dream that I stole from antique shops.
Today ---- a trip to the airport, wisdom from an enigmatic Mr. Harris, and a gig from MTL/CJLO hometown heroes.
Here’s your Rob Ford .gif for the day: