Art knows Spring as the metaphorical time of rebirth and Tess Roby’s sophomore album Ideas of Space is no exception. Released on April 22, in the midst of the whimsical season, the timing couldn’t have been more fitting. Ideas of Space consists of 10 songs entirely written, performed, and produced by Roby; a vision she brought to fruition on her newly created independent label "SSURROUNDSS." The record is not only a conglomerate of Roby’s artistry but a celebration of emerging herself from the chrysalis of her debut album, Beacon (2018); a moving meditation on grief. Before the album launch, I had the pleasure of meeting with Roby to ask about her experiences in the Montreal music community, her two albums, and about nostalgia.
My first introduction to Roby’s music was “Ballad 5”, from her debut release. It has since remained one of my favourites among her discography. On Bandcamp, the song is described as: “a song of love and loss in the humid Montreal summer— the sound of Parc Avenue in the blue light of dawn.” Although Montreal is never explicitly mentioned in the song, the lyrics paint portraits of the city with a sense of aching heartbreak and nostalgia. “No feeling like watching the sky turn a brighter blue / with you,” Roby begins on the song and then shifts her lens to a vignette of what can easily be of sitting on the mountain with a lover- an esoterically Montreal experience: “reflections of the busy street, too late to fall asleep. . . the time we spent together looking over the road / what a moment it was.” The swaying, dreamy synths and slow-burn drumbeat come to an abrupt halt when she continues, “now I hate everything about you.” It’s at this moment when the synths clarify with reality and begin to probe. Roby then wistfully laments, “only the way, only the way you were” repeatedly for the remainder of the song, each time seeming more poignant of a cry. Except with Roby’s choir-like vocals, the melancholy of a Renaissance-era style painting is evinced and makes the listening experience feel transcendental and ambrosial.
In addition to producing, writing and performing her own music, Roby is also a photographer. In her music, such as with “Ballad 5”, these photographic talents shine and she proves herself of not only being able of capturing and conveying moments in the photographic medium, but of also being able to intricately capture them in her music and song writing. “Lyrically my songs are non-descript and more so on the new record, moving back and forth between dreams and imaginative spaces, but particularly with 'Ballad 5' there were some moments for me when I was writing it, I knew exactly what I was seeing—It was that blue light of dawn on Parc Avenue. When I think of that song I always see this blue color of dawn,” Roby admits. When asked about the relationship between her photography and song writing she elucidates, “they don’t directly inspire each other but they both come from this really intuitive place and this way of seeing the world differently.” Roby directs all her music videos and emphasizes the importance that visuals have with music for her creative process. “For the 'Path' (Ideas of Space) music video, I had shot some footage with Hugo Bernier, my partner, in 2019 before the song was written. I had that footage in the studio with me while I was recording it and the visuals ended up inspiring the lyrics to the song and I thought that was a cool way of working.”
As much as “Ballad 5” is a song of heartbreak and nostalgia, it also moonlights as a love song to Montreal. “Surroundings in general influence my music... it makes so much sense that where you live would have some kind of influence on your songs and seep in,” Roby muses. “I moved to Montreal when I was 17 and I started playing music with people that I met at Concordia and it was a lot of having fun for a while” she contemplates to herself. “It wasn’t this, it wasn’t as serious” she adds, referring to the present height of her career.
Fast-forward to a 28-year-old Roby sitting on a windowsill at the Phi Center where her album launch is only a few hours and a sunset away. As the bustle of Old Montreal encompasses her, I could only wonder about her sepia-hued supercuts of earlier times in the city coming to mind. “I played my first show in Montreal at this now defunct DIY venue called '1601' with Doomsquad. It was an insane first show to play in Montreal. I feel like you don’t really get those crazy DIY shows as much anymore here but maybe I’m just older and not seeking them out as well,” a tinge of wistfulness lacing her voice. “As soon as I started playing shows, I found people and there was a real community especially with everyone with who I was going to university with at Concordia. We weren’t even thinking about it while it was happening.” Roby explains, “I do feel nostalgic for moments of my younger life and earlier years in Montreal where things didn’t seem as ominous or serious, and when there were a lot of playful expressions of being young. Then there’s the moments you have when you’re a teenager or in your early twenties when you’re free; I feel like I haven’t had many of those moments lately, maybe it’s because of the pandemic.” Except the glass is certainly half-full for Roby, clarifying that she is “never dwelling on them in a negative way.” If there is one thing that Roby emits from the get-go, it’s her warm humility; always awestricken when emphasizing how appreciative she is of being where her she is now and being able to connect with people who share a love for music- whether it’s for her own or otherwise. The down-to-earth Roby that one sees on stage, is the same one that greets you warmly off-stage and pulls out a chair for you to sit.
Solely by listening to Ideas of Space, one could already assume Roby’s air is one that is uplifting. A sense of immediacy permeates the record with its more ambient leaning soundscapes in comparison to Beacon’s more opaque synths. On the former, sparse backdrops are adorned with airy textures and creates a vast space around the listener; which also lends itself to the label name of "SSURROUNDSS," alluding to Roby’s old Myspace bio: “surrounds sounds.” The album opens with “Century” a track that seems as if it's a letter written from Roby’s present to past self. The song’s very first lyric is “the first step into a quiet house. . . why did you leave here for so long / and not return? You feel at home here / you feel at home.” Hints of homesickness and a lack of familiarity often underlie nostalgia but on Ideas of Space, Roby addresses “the difference between / house and home”; the very fact of being able to distinguish the two, pointing to her newfound sense of not just being at home, but feeling at home. These lyrics starkly contrast those found on Beacon, such as on the titular song where she hopelessly pleads, “can we go back to that time? / back to that life?” When Roby does reminisce on her new record, for instance on “Cloud Cover” she asks, “how could you forget that we were one at one time? / everything dies.” The difference being that this time around, the lyrics paired with the soothing ambient soundscape, offer an overwhelming sense of acceptance. Towards the end of the song the lyrics conclude, “all this time alone, it has taught me one thing / how to feel alive”; letting the juxtaposition of the lyrics speak for themselves. Or on “Walls Surrounding Water,” a track where Roby’s acceptance and growth is further documented. Of writing the song, she states, “lyrically [she] didn’t know it was about [her late] father, and about the strength that it takes to move through grief.” The song sees another instance of Roby reminiscing, but again with a resounding peacefulness. “I remember walking with you / following no path” read the first lyrics of the song, and “kindred spirit, in the mirror / leave it to you” read the last; the spiritual imagery gracefully fading away as the sonic textures mimic the placid ripples of water. On Beacon Roby looks out for answers but on Ideas of Space, any sense of anguish is washed away.
“With Ideas of Space there was a lot of looking in— turning the hard situations, the traumas one experiences in life, and gaining confidence by working through those,” Roby remarks. These trains of thoughts are evidenced on the album covers. Beacon features Roby laying supine with the space consuming her whereas on Ideas of Space, she stands boldly with her hand outstretched, affirmatively taking up the space. When asked if whether this was intentional she reveals, “so much of this stuff happens unconsciously and the threads and all the connections… I only see them once it’s all done. I love that about being an artist, having an unconscious knowledge and power. It’s like the sublime y’know?” She marvels, the mere conversation of art transfixing her. And now, with her new album having been released, Roby is able to bask in its light. “I feel a lot different, I feel very calm. Have it breathing out in the world makes me feel lighter. I just know that now I’m at the beginning of something new.”
And the sublime it precisely is. Witnessing Roby perform songs off of Ideas of Space, and a select few from Beacon, later that night in an intimate room at Phi only adds to her artistry. Ripples of water, textural clouds, soft bursts of light and dreamy footage all project onto the stage as Roby invites the audience into her realm. Hearing Roby’s stunning vocals sung live was especially a treat. Yes, even on the recorded versions of her songs Roby’s vocals are dimensional and the flecks of her vocal range shimmer in the light of different registers; a crystalline prism reflecting the dispersed, multicolours of white light. But when performed live? Somehow even more so. Roby’s music summoned an omniscient force into the room that at times, seemed to overcome the artist herself; and I saw her being a vessel for the power of music and becoming transfixed all over again.
Check out Tess Roby's discography here!

The JPEGMAFIA "Round by Round, Blow by Blow" world tour stopped in Montreal this Tuesday. The Brooklyn experimental rap artist is touring in support of his newest EP, OFFLINE! - an extension of his last full-length LP! that dropped in 2021.
Before JPEGMAFIA, nicknamed Peggy, could grace fans with his freak beats, Montreal-based artist BACKXWASH (Ashanti Mutinta) warmed up the crowd. The Zambian-Canadian rapper was an excellent choice for the opening slot, as she veers just as far from mainstream hip hop as Peggy does. Bombastic tracks like “Black Magic” were performed by a BACKXWASH dressed in black robes with a face adorned in black and white face paint - an upside down cross running vertical up her forehead. Bringing a vibe that can only be described as abrasively occult, BACKXWASH proved well worthy of having her name on a show flyer with such a legendary headlining act.
JPEGMAFIA took the stage dressed in a blue and red tracksuit and a head wrapped in a blue bandana. Rather than opening with a song, the rapper humbly introduced himself to the packed venue before his set, thanking them for coming and saying that he hoped they would enjoy the show. In a world where most artists want to look like they’re on top of the world, this lowkey-but-down-to-Earth gesture made it easy to understand the crowd’s unbridled enthusiasm for the rapper, chanting “Peggy” as loud as they could whenever they could. The artist then manned the laptop set up on-stage as he queued his own opening track, further showing his humble attitude.
The setlist was full of JPEGMAFIA cuts to the likes of “BALD!,” “I Cannot Fucking Wait Til Morrissey Dies,” and “Thug Tears.” While Peggy’s spoken intro may have been lowkey, his performance was nothing but the opposite, yelling frantic bars into the microphone and getting up close and personal with the front row. The crowd was completely untethered throughout the entire show, with various mosh pits opening and closing as fans jumped up and down to Peggy’s pounding anthems. Quickly there was no one present, save for people on the very sides of the crowd, who weren’t soaked in what one can only hope was water and sweat.
The highlight song of the show was “Baby I’m Bleeding,” as the crowd broke into a bouncing maelstrom when the track’s looping Death Grips-esque beat cut through the venue’s soundsystem. As Peggy delivered the song’s lyrics, fans only got wilder.
JPEGMAFIA will be working through his world tour right through until September, bringing his explosive experimental rap to the rest of North America, Australia, Europe, the UK, and even Japan. Here are the remaining dates for the "Round by Round, Blow by Blow tour." Find the closest gig to you and be there at all costs.
Hunter co-hosts The Iron Club, your weekly guide to the dark and mysterious realm of underground metal, which airs every Sunday from 9:00 - 11:00 p.m.

In an era of streaming infinite content on numerous platforms and being instantaneously entertained with a click of the finger, Memoria is one of those concrete in-movie-theater experiences. Memoria is a world traveling film from theater to theater and only stays for one week once it lands. The film arrived in Montreal at Cinema Du Parc from May 20th-26th. As much as Memoria is a visual film featuring the great scenery of Columbia, director Apichatpong Weerasethakul wants the audience to tap into another sensory experience during the film's runtime: the sonic sensory.
Jessica Holland (Tilda Swinton), a Scottish orchid farmer, is visiting her ill sister in Bogota, Columbia. While trying to sleep at night, she is violently awakened by loud bangs and booms that prevent her from getting any sleep. Distraught by this sound, she befriends a young musician and a French archaeologist who is in charge of monitoring a century-long construction project to tunnel through the Andes mountain range, in hopes she will find explanations for the loud bangs. Even when Jessica seems to be finding peace and solace, the loud bangs ring out their existence to not only Jessica, but to the audience as well; putting both on edge.
The ending, to not reveal too much, all comes together in a collected nature and Jessica must tune into that human connected experience. Memoria is one of those films that relishes in the peace and tranquility on screen, as well as providing an audio sensory journey. The audio sensory can be peaceful as rain falling or that jarring bang springing up on the unsuspecting audience and Jessica, who reacts in real time. Memoria is a visual and sonic experience best enjoyed in theaters.
Find out if Memoria will be coming to your theater here.
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On a pleasant weekday evening disconnected 35 km away from the busy Montreal island, in a small suburb called Sainte-Thérèse, there was a loud crowd celebrating local bands. It was not any regular evening but the first of the extravagant Santa Teresa Festival which started on May 19th and lasted until the 22nd.
With closed streets, three different outdoor stage venues and many indoor performances, the Santa Teresa Festival was unleashed in full force for the first time this year after the restricting effects of the pandemic. It is a music festival dedicated to celebrating and encouraging local and budding artists; as well as international acts headlining. The festival's goal is to give the bands access to huge crowds and to also introduce refreshing music to the audience.
Right next to the welcome arch of the fest was the usually busy ticket counter on Turgeon Street where the line included people, babies in prams and pets on leashes. Even if some of its venues were only for adults and weren’t pet-friendly, the whole fest still had a groovy vibe no one could escape from.
It was about 8:30 pm on the second day of the fest, when the sun just rested for us to party. People grabbed some drinks at the SAQ bar tents and some tasty crispy fries at one of the food trucks before heading to the closest open stage, the Desjardins stage. This stage is one of the venues that hosted free events for all the days of the fest.
Pink hued lights lit up the audience's faces while the crazy, peppy songs of the band easy tiger lit up their moods. The band comprises of Gabrielle La Rue and Sarah Dion who played their recent release "Ibizia." I realised I was too late to the party when their performance ended just as I wanted to go up closer and break a leg. The song, the beats and the energy were very engaging and deserved all those loud claps and cheers.
The next performance was at the Loto-Québec stage, one of the paid venues for which the audience needed special passes and wristbands to access. It could host a huge crowd, so there were separate food trucks, bar tents, and drinking water kiosks specifically for this section of the fest.
Food court scenes smelled like fresh fries, fish-n-chips, nachos and churros. They had multiple seating areas for the crowd to take a break from partying. Meanwhile, the stage was being prepped for Hubert Lenoir’s, 9:15 p.m. show. He is a Québécois musician who rose to fame with his 2018 album, Darlène.
All the venues were based on first come first serve, and I stood in the last row of the audience as I was late to the party. From what my weak eyes could discern, Lenoir wore a white dress for his performance. He didn’t give the crowd one dispassionate second as he swayed and mesmerised the audience with his soothing June 2021 release, Secret.
The lights, the bass, the boom, and the crowd went gaga over his peppy song “Dimanche Soir.” According to many publications, he was declared "a pop star in any language" and he proved it that night; rocking the huge crowd in a white dress.
Simultaneously at the Desjardins stage was another band electrifying the crowd with their music. They were Solipsism, a psychedelic-rock band formed in the winter of 2021. The band members are longtime friends based in Montreal and Québec. François Lemieux (Milanku, ex-Dark Circles) on voice, guitar and keyboards, William Duguay-Drouin (Caravane) on drums, Taylor William Fitzpatrick Johnson (White Nails) on keyboards, Samuel Gadreau on guitar and Maxime Doyer on bass and vocals all mesmerised the crowds with their version of rock.
The fest hosted many other bands and independent artists for four days. From slow, meaningful songs by artists such as Martha Wainwright and Lonny at the Ste-Therese-d'Avila Church, to rap music by Fly Jordy & Wes Castle in the Cabaret BMO to other venues hosting pop music, rock, and punk, the Santa Teresa Festival proved to be truly a groovy, local music fest for all tastes.

Summer in the city looks like shrubbery coming alive and green, not actually referring to the season as Spring, picking out flowers at the Jean Talon Market, bike rides along the canal, a distinct sunshine illuminating the city at golden hour when locals are seen making their way up Jeanne Mance in Docs with their totebags and picnic blankets, or perhaps more definitively: the St. Ambroise Fringe Fest painting the town in the fanciful colors of theater, dance, musicals, burlesque, storytelling, drag races, and beer for nearly three weeks.
Last night I had the pleasure of witnessing many animate souls convene under the roof of Club Soda for its annual Fringe-For-All, a night where performers have an allotted two minutes to convince the audience to see their full show before the lights dim. Fringe-For-All is a crucial night in the Fringe tradition as it sets the tone for the festival and welcomes the audience to revel in Fringe festivities. This year, the Fringe festival is in full swing, unlike last year that saw its liveliness abated by the pandemic. This time around even the drag races are back! You read that right, Fringe Park returns on the corner of St. Laurent Boulevard and Rachel Street with live music too, all free of charge.
Among the most provoking of the previews I saw were Mario a un incroyable talent, starring Hugues Sarra-Bournet who certainly does have an incredible talent, among them being the ability to bring limbo to a level of performance art. Sarra-Bournet can be discerned stupefying the audience in his clown art act in suspenders and a “696” contestant numeral on his sweater at Le Ministère from June 11th to June 19th. Tango, to the Pointe, however, garnered the rowdiest applause from the crowd among all the acts and left the audience wondering what life could’ve been had they taken up ballet as a kid-- or at least it did for me. Choreographed by Alexander Richardson and joining him with fierce pirouettes and intricate footwork contortions one would have never assumed possible, is Erin Scott-Kafadar. Their ballet-meets-tango dance tour will sweep Montreal off its feet from June 10th to the 15th at the Monument-National. Another notable ballet-related show at the same venue is The Awkward Ballerina, an autobiographical tale of playwright Kristin Govers living with cerebral palsy and the challenges and triumphs that ensue. Gover’s play is imbued with themes of acceptance and overcoming obstacles, offering an unfiltered glimpse into one’s experience living with cerebral palsy. Showings are from June 11th to the 19th. Then there's Bad Cup, a screenplay written by Catherine Cléroux and Katia Lemieux, in which an ex-mesntrual-cup-cop investigates a mischievous birth control dealer whose intentions are to control the town’s menstrual cycle. This comedy is being put on at the Mainline Theatre on select days from June 11th to the 18th. Where else would one get to see a show like this?
Supporting the Fringe Festival means supporting Montreal’s independant theater and performing arts scene and you can do so up until June 19th. The Fringe festival is a safe space for unadulterated creativity and also puts all ticket proceeds directly into the artists’ pockets. Throughout the whole duration of the show, I felt inspired and uplifted with the cliché reminder, albeit vital, to “fuck being told you can’t, [and to] fuck it if you don’t fit”, as per the words of the Fringe Festival’s Executive and Artisitic Director, Amy Blackmore, recites at the beginning of every Fringe-For-All.

Metal fans were treated to quite the show this Thursday as Slipknot delivered their unhinged hits to a nearly sold out Bell Centre. The Iowa legends are supported by New Jersey’s Ho99o9 (pronounced “Horror”) and West Coast hip hop legends Cypress Hill on the 2022 Knotfest Roadshow.
The mixing of metal and hip-hop genres on this lineup made for an enjoyable and surprisingly uniting experience. While hip hop and metal fanbases tend not to overlap that much, both genres rattle with an anti-establishment energy, making for a good combo. As a result, audience members got down pretty well with Ho99o9’s punky rap-infused tracks, as well as Cypress Hill’s ‘90s beats, even though 95 per cent of attendees adorned Slipknot or other metal band tees.
Cypress Hill frontman B-Real was quick to make a connection with the audience after pulling out a 6-inch joint. “This is dedicated to all the stoners here,” he said, right before going into a medley of Cypress classics such as “I Wanna Get High,” “Dr. Greenthumb,” and “Hits from the Bong.” B-Real’s juggling of bars and tokes created heavy competition between the audience and Cypress Hill’s on-stage electronic smoke machine, even though the frontman’s own medication was most likely just a prop. The act tapered off their set with hits “How I Could Just Kill a Man,” “Insane in the Brain,” and a cover of House of Pain’s “Jump Around,” the latter two enticing an audience reaction that rivaled the crowd’s peak energy during the headlining act.
Slipknot took the stage after a brief intermission, opening with “Disasterpiece” and “Wait and Bleed,” which offered a sense of the band’s range as musicians, the first track being one of their heaviest and the second being more melodic. This opening one-two punch was emphasized by Slipknot’s impressive stage setup. Frontman Corey Taylor was flanked on both sides with ten-foot high drum risers, each home to percussionists Michael Pfaff and Shawn Crahan. These risers were attached to walkways that looped back around to an elevated rear of the stage, where the band’s sampling master Craig Jones, drummer Jay Weinberg, and turntable mixer Sid Wilson were found side by side for the majority of the set. The three other members (yes, Slipknot has nine members) in the form of bassist Alessandro Venturella and guitarists Jim Root and Mick Thomson riddled center stage as the band blasted through more heavy-hitters.
The Iowa act’s stage presence, often complemented by loud explosions and pyrotechnics, made for a visual spectacle any music fan would feel sore about missing out on. Frontman Corey Taylor also connected with the audience halfway through the set, admitting that he blew his voice out during the show prior in Albany, New York. This moment was met with an astounding applause from the arena, demonstrating a great deal of respect for the singer who was risking the tour’s remaining 14 dates to give Montrealers the show they paid for. Despite Taylor’s announcement, he powered through the band’s repertoire, giving it all during even the most brutal of screams. If he hadn’t mentioned his condition, most wouldn’t have noticed any difference.
Understandably, Slipknot’s set was still cut a little short, as they took brief intermissions between every handful of songs, presumably to give Taylor moments of rest. These intermissions amounted to about ten total minutes of the band’s set, which wasn’t really a big deal. The biggest downfall was which songs were cut, most notably the act’s staple 1999 debut opener “(sic),” which would have been a treat to see live (they played this track during the encore of previous dates on this tour).
If the 2022 Knotfest Roadshow is stopping in your city and you’re on the fence about going, take the plunge. Ho99o9 and Cypress Hill’s hip hop antics, met with Slipknot’s undeniably awe-inducing live offering make ticket prices worthwhile. Also, given that Slipknot doesn’t tour that much, fans are better off taking the opportunity while it lasts.
Hunter co-hosts The Iron Club, your weekly guide to the dark and mysterious realm of underground metal, which airs every Sunday from 9:00 - 11:00 p.m.

The Gatecreeper headlining tour stopped in Montreal this Monday, bringing the Arizona act’s blend of death metal and hardcore north of the border. Gatecreeper are touring in support of their newest EP, An Unexpected Reality, a near 18-minute sonic assault that further establishes the group as one of the leading players in the modern death metal scene.
Three supporting acts took the stage prior to Gatecreeper in the form of Fearing, 200 Stab Wounds, and Narrow Head. Those present definitely anticipated 200 Stab Wounds' set, which gave off an energy expected from a group with such a name. It can confidently be said that a minimum of 200 stab wounds were delivered at the show, most of which coming from the band's stomping death metal riffs and maniacal technical guitar solos. The Ohio-based act proved worthy openers for Gatecreeper, providing audience members with a death metal taste test while waiting for the headlining act.
Another noteworthy opener was Narrow Head, who took those present right back to the ‘90s with their depressive, grungy, noise-rock sound. Clearly influenced by acts like Sonic Youth and the Melvins, the Texas-natives managed to captivate the audience at Foufounes Électriques, despite playing songs that pale in comparison to the heaviness of Gatecreeper bombers. Narrow Head’s ability to incorporate heavier riffs and the occasional guttural scream into their downer songs made them a pleasant surprise for the lineup.
It’s not surprising that Gatecreeper stole the show. As previously mentioned, their blend of death metal song structures with the attitude of hardcore music make them an absolute treat to see live, their genre fusion serving almost like a cheat code for getting heads in the audience bobbing. Frontman Chase H. Mason powered through number after number, delivering an enduring performance.
The band played a fair mix of material from their three main releases, 2016’s Sonoran Depravation, 2019’s Deserted, and their most recent EP. Their performance did prove much of the reviews for their second full-length, as fans criticized Deserted for its slower, groovier numbers, saying it failed to match the intensity of their powerhouse debut. Unfortunately, critics were proven right when these new tracks were played live, as a few of Gatecreeper’s longer opening songs left fans itching for more. Thankfully, the back half of their set was heavy on their new EP and debut, as more fans began climbing on-stage and throwing themselves into the audience.
Despite the strong performance, it’s interesting to note how the behaviour of audiences changes based on what flavour band are playing. While straighter metal shows encourage push-heavy moshing, the pit tonight was filled with karate enthusiasts, flinging their limbs around frantically. These karate-moshers tended to distract from the show, as a wide circle pit was created for only a handful of offenders, those on the border trying to avoid flying fists. It seems like the presence of these hardcore kids stems from Gatecreeper’s sonic fusion with the genre, an interesting consequence of their style of music. At more traditional metal shows, these fist-flingers would be quieted down fairly quickly, as this kind of moshing tends to be frowned upon within metal circles. Metalheads are totally fine with people flying into them at shows, but getting your teeth knocked out by someone practicing their pitcher’s throw isn’t as fun.
The situation clearly disgruntled Mason, who asked for a “push-pit” right before going into their final song of the night, “Flamethrower.” The crowd reacted well to this encouragement, as the pit filled with fans who wanted to get one last mosh in for the night. Despite the clashing between hardcore kids and metalheads, who got into a few minor altercations, Gatecreeper managed to pull everyone together in the end.
All in all, the tour’s Montreal stop proved that this lineup has a lot to offer audience members, despite some supporting acts seeming a tad out of place at first. As the Gatecreeper headlining tour continues to ravage North America, make sure to attend if they’re stopping by you.
Hunter co-hosts The Iron Club, your weekly guide to the dark and mysterious realm of underground metal, which airs every Sunday from 9:00 - 11:00 p.m.

In 1882 Friedrich Nietzsche declared “God is dead” and then in 1945 Jean-Paul Sartre posited, “existence precedes essence”. But nearly 50 years later Lloyd Cole sang, “you might call it ultraviolet radiation / it’s only sunlight”.
Born in the post-war world of 1961, musician and songwriter Lloyd Cole grew up in England, later studying English literature and philosophy among the ‘80’s post-punk generation at the University of Glasgow. A time in which he was fated to meet the future members of his band and form Lloyd Cole and the Commotions. In 1984 they made a name for themselves in the British indie scene with the release of their debut album Rattlesnakes, a jangly record with allusive lyrics informed from Cole’s literary background. The band produced two more albums - Easy Pieces (1985) and Mainstream (1987) that to their dismay, didn’t quite meet the Rattlesnakes standard among the critics - the group disbanding shortly afterwards. Despite the break-up, Cole embarked on a solo career, releasing his debut album Bad Vibes in 1993.
“So You’d Like to Save the World'' belongs to this very album. Upon first glance the album cover greets its listeners with a picture of a brooding Lloyd Cole, who sulks in a Schopenhauer-esque disposition. He dons a suit and a cigarette droops in his hand while being cornered; providing the overall illusory image of a world closing in on him as the pessimism of the Bad Vibes album name looms above.
This portrayal of the cynical antihero ensues on the track where Cole, as the speaker, urges a romantic interest “[who’d] like to save the world / to take one person at a time and start with [him]”, paralleling a poet’s invocation of the muse; a notorious convention of Epic poetry enacted by the poet when in need of guidance. Epic poems typically revolve around a tedious voyage of some sort, in hopes to overcome obstacles from external forces. They also look warily at the future civilizations. In this vein, Cole takes his playful courting, climate change anxieties of the early 1990’s and turns his song into an epic poem of its own. In 1989 the Los Angeles Times published an article, headlining how: “Global Warming Is Expected to Be the Hot Issue of 1990s: Some scientists studying the greenhouse effect say the sky is falling”, an ethos that clearly contextualizes “So You’d Like to Save The World”. The chorus directly addresses these worldwide concerns, when the speaker asks the song’s heroine if they “really [cried] / when they saw that hole in the sky?”. Solace is then offered when Cole delivers those resounding lyrics: “you might call it ultraviolet radiation / it’s only sunlight”, emphasizing how even in the most harrowing times, the sun’s burning rays don’t have to be a source of detriment. And the sun’s natural essence (to put it existentially) can just be sunlight—not in a climate change denying way of course, but in a way that is ultimately grounding and reassuring.
Or maybe, in a way which I've decided to coin as: desperate. Although Cole’s song is devoid of philosophical jargon, it (similar to the works of Nietzsche and Sartre and any other existentialist alike) is imbued with the very pathos of existentialism; the uncertainty, the angst and the disillusionment that popularly reared its ugly head in the ‘40’s and that echoes furthermore in the song’s vulnerability. This desperation evades a rightful name from being such a visceral and therefore ineffable feeling but ultimately provides a catharsis to listeners that is sympathetic in its brutal poignancy. Even the mere lyric of the song title, “so you’d like to save the world”, isn’t posed as a question but as a warm glint of hope; an affirmation of possibility. The song could very well be the older cousin of “Bittersweet Symphony” by The Verve. And maybe that’s why it makes me cry on my morning metro rides to work.
Accompanying the last verse of the song is a flaring guitar melody that happens to be the musical equivalent of the sun reaching its zenith on those languorous summer days. It scintillates in the air and gives way to perhaps the most heartwarming moment of the song where Cole sings, “so you’d like to save the world / I’d really like to help you” then finally admitting, “I’d really like to be you for a while”; resulting in an overwhelming release. It’s also the moment when Cole as the antihero, takes the Kierkegaardian leap of faith; the subjective action one makes despite their inner-cynicism and angst to believe in something that cannot be objectively proven. For Cole, it’s not solely believing in the “Motorola generation chic” woman he serenades but more so in the notion that opening one’s self up to human connection, especially in times of peril, is what makes life meaningful.
The song’s environmentalism isn’t the only subtext at hand nor the only catalyst for existential angst. “So You’d Like to Save the World” and the Bad Vibes record collectively evince themes of making the transition from one’s halcyon days and onto those that eventually become disillusioning. In Cole’s case it was the transition from being 23 and in his heydays of making commercially successful music in Glasgow alongside his band, to being uprooted further into adulthood that made him wear the suit of growing up in order to trudge along with the present. I’ll make my final plea: listen to “So You’d Like to Save the World” and as Cole, in his winsome tone of voice suggests, “free [your] inner child”.

There are certain things you probably can't just pick up from only kind of knowing someone. For instance if you've read any of my previous reviews or listened to my show, you may not realize – and please, sit down before you read this next sentence – I am a bit of a weirdo.
Out of courtesy, I will allow you to recover from this shocking revelation.
Are you back? Great, let's keep going.
Being a weirdo, my musical taste reflects my weirdo-ism usually culminating in bands that are full of straight up crazy people who do crazy things in their music. As a recent example, I was a full on convert to the Melted Bodies school of musical weirdness and spastic nature. The problem is that artists like this don't make records every month for me to chew on, spit out, pick back up and rub all over my ears, as is customary. And this past month, on March 18, I was given a true weirdo gift, lovingly sent from Chicago to me from Without Waves, in the form of their record, Comedian.
The band has been going since 2010, and have managed to put out 2 albums and an EP before this release, none of which I have any concept of, so going in I didn't know what to expect, but being on Prosthetic Records, I knew there would be some quality control on it. Little did I know the all over the place ride that this record would take me on.
It starts off pretty straightforward, almost System Of A Down-like in its manic aggressive energy through the first two tracks "Good Grief" and "Animal Kingdom." I say System Of A Down, but really, this also feels like a band that could share the stage with the aforementioned Melted Bodies or Dillinger Escape Plan and since this was two back to back tracks kicking off the record, I expected the record to continue in this vein.
But it quickly shows that isn't the only point of reference the band is pulling from. In fact, even though the record starts here, where it ends up is decisively more in the realm of prog bands. Around "Set & Setting" the album starts to delve more into this prog-esque territory, as if it's doing a musical copy of Tool, more slowed down, prodding elements until the album takes an unexpected more Devin Towsend turn which fully unveils itself during "Do What Scares You." It starts off with what sounds like a distonal piano and other random instrumentation that you'd expect on a heavier Devin side project before it gets to Strapping Young Lad. Think of one of Devin's Ziltoid records as a reference point.
This sort of continues into the next track, "Sleight in Shadows" but I guess more accurately it sounds like if Periphery got really into adult-oriented rock, which I suppose is something that could happen here in the weirdest and darkest timeline. This sort of continues on "Day 15," even having a strange robot part at the end that could easily sound like something Animals As Leaders or Styx would throw onto a track and no one would bat an eye.
By the time "Worlds Apart" shows up, with its slowed vaguely slide guitar country ambiance, I thought I had slowly slid into a parallel universe from where I started. As the last track approached, I thought, "Well, this must be leading to a blow out track where all of these elements are going to combine and bring this album together."
Alas, even though the last track, "Seven" is seven minutes long, it's more of the same proggy-ness that precedes it, disappointing me greatly. Sure, it has a start that's more like a desert psych trip before it cuts into what the rest of the album was doing, but here was a perfect chance to revisit the chaos of the first couple tracks and find a way to meld the more prodding, moodiness of the rest of the record but it was not to be.
Really, this record sounds like another victim of the pandemic but in a really weird way. It's as if most of a record was written and then put down only for the band to come back with the intent to do something different, but not waste what they already had, so they kind of just slammed the two together. If you're asking me how this could have been fixed, which clearly you are, the easiest fix would be to write a bit more of the second half and make that a full record and maybe do an EP after writing one more of the odd ball tracks, or just make a track that makes the transition a little less apparent. That's two options for the price of one. What a value.
So, if you like the weirdo stuff, there's way worse options you could pursue. Prosthetic continues its streak of getting bands that have something interesting to contribute to metal, and Without Waves proves that even though they apparently feel super comfortable in the more melodic sphere, they have the ability to stretch the boundaries of what that can encompass, and hopefully, that will make its way on to the next album in a more flushed out way. Or, maybe just a schizophrenic collection of songs that sound like they're all written by different bands, whichever is more convenient.

Many of you have probably not read the book Feed by Matthew Tobin Anderson. It's okay; it's not the best. I mean, it's fine, but like, do you really NEED to read it? "No," is the answer.
Anyway, the book is about a future where people basically have the internet installed in their brains and mainly centers around a small group of teenagers living in this world. It has various comments on economic class, societies obsession with social media, and of course, since it was written in 2002, there's a whole "young adult" love subplot.
But the most interest concept presented in the book, and the part that still sticks with me is the following:
"Then later there was this thing that hit hipsters. People were just stopping in their tracks frozen. At first, people thought it was another virus, and they were looking for groups like the Coalition of Pity, but it turned out that it was something called Nostalgia Feedback. People had been getting nostalgia for fashions that were closer and closer to their own time, until finally people became nostalgic for the moment they were actually living in, and the feedback completely froze them."
An interesting concept, right? The idea that eventually nostalgia will become so close to our lives that we'll experience it for a time that we literally just had.
Well, having nothing to do with anything, here's a review of Stabbing Westward’s latest record Chasing Ghosts.
For those unfamiliar, AKA those below the age of 35, Stabbing Westward was an industrial goth rock band that released a handful of records from 1992 - 2001 and then broke up. In addition to having either the dumbest awesome name ever or the most awesome dumb name ever, Stabbing Westward was able to carve out a pretty solid niche for themselves among such other bands as Static-X and Gravity Kills as the darker industrial tinged side of mainstream rock radio. You see, back then, bands could actually make it to radio that DIDN'T sound exactly the same and occasionally a real outlier could even make it onto top 40 radio (see Nine Inch Nails with "Closer"). I know, wild right?
Anyway, for some reason, that probably relates to wanting money, they officially reformed in 2016, released two EPs in 2020 (one strictly of covers), and now, twenty-one years after their last and worst record, have released a new album.
Now to say that I've been following this band for some time is a bit of an underrepresentation of the truth. Though their past efforts, namely 1996's Wither Blister Burn & Peel didn't really speak to me, Darkest Days was probably one of my favourite albums when it came out in 1998 along with Monster Magnet's Powertrip, Local H's Pack Up the Cats, Finger Eleven's Tip, and three nu-metal genre defining albums that came out the SAME DAY (August 18th): Orgy's Candyass, Kid Rock's Devil Without a Cause, and Korn's Follow the Leader. And no, I will not be apologizing for liking these albums or putting some "Please don't judge me" sentence because obviously the music you like when you're young encapsulates a specific moment in time and fuck you I liked something and I won't be shamed for it.
So, I was very sad when Stabbing Westward broke up, especially since they went out on such a musically low note. I was excited to listen to lead singer Christopher Hall's new project The Dreaming, even though it was basically just a more straight-forward version of Stabbing Westward. I even listened to the two EPs, so now that I've laid all this out, I guess I should talk about the new album.
In basically every aspect, this is exactly what someone who listened to Stabbing Westward would expect this album to be. Musically it's like if a cover band (or The Dreaming) came in and reworked various songs from Stabbing Westward's previous records. Tracks like "Crawl," "Push," and "The End" sound like B-sides from the self-titled record, while other tracks like "Dead & Gone" and "I Am Nothing" don't feel like they'd be too out of place from Darkest Days. Even "Wasteland" seems like a current day recording of something that existed since Wither Blister Burn & Peel. So, no, this record does nothing really to add to the music scene it is a part of or advance Stabbing Westward into a new position, which would make me say that this album is therefore bad. After all, what is the point of music if it doesn't somehow advance the band or music in general?
And if you assumed this point, you would be incredibly wrong.
PLOT TWIST!
In many respects this record is a product of a bygone era; a period that lasted from the late 90s to the mid 00s and does not continue to today. With this fact in place, it could be argued that doing anything that even approximates a record from that time is in itself pushing music forward, just by trying to remind us of what a specific moment in time was like. It's like reading through something you wrote when you were younger and probably filled with a more youthful optimism and, for a brief, shining moment, vaguely remembering what that was like, but then realizing that moment is gone and will never truly be able to be recaptured and even if you tried it will never be the same. And the band must be aware of this - hell, they literally called the album "Chasing Ghosts."
But context is important, and the fact that this album is them reasserting themselves after a twenty-one year album hiatus I would argue is probably the best move. In addition to having to re-solidify themselves with the audience they had, they have to introduce themselves to a new audience. The easiest way to do that is basically to take what you believe to be the best parts of what you've done in your past and increment them just that liiiiitle bit to modernize them.
Overall, the record is pretty okay with a couple of more mundane tracks. If you have never heard this band before, this isn't the worst record you could start off with as an introduction, mainly because the rest of the discography is more raw versions of this. If, instead, you are like me and you too have been waiting for new Stabbing Westward, this album may actually catch some of those ghosts mentioned in the album title.
Now if you'll excuse me, I need to get my best black clothes ready for the new goth revival which is DEFINITELY GOING TO HAPPEN!