The Stoned Poet

I came in, quai des brumes, another night of late night drinks and loud music while waiting for a note or riff that'll shake me to the core. On August 2nd, the bands onstage were Valken and Horse .  It was Sunday, I was tired, burned out, aching for sips of beer that could wage away my worries. A friend lifted me to the show. Upon arrival, I met other friends we talked, we laughed and by the time we were inside, I managed to get what I came for, a drink, two, maybe more. Suddenly, a loud thundering riffs breaks through. My eyes runs around looking for the source, and there it is, on stage, four guys, looking like a cross over from Gun's N' Roses and Led Zeppelin. The singer has short hair with a bandana, the lead guitarist pises woth his magnificient Alice In Chains like long dark hair. The drummer has a Dazed andConfused hippie hard looking style. The name of the band is Valken. The meaning behind the name is falcons in dutch. Their set would prove me one thing, they sure...

 I arrived at the venue around 7:00pm. My mind was well unaware of the upcoming side effects of a microdose of shrooms, recommended by a good doctor who'd told me it could fix my dance issues on the dancefloor.Should you ever happen to have lazy uncoordinated feets, I can now guarantee you that no drugs could fix such problems. I'm making sure everything is going according to plans, since I was organizing the night, the space on stage was very limited, thus I had to plan and reassure everything would work. Back in the 60's a lot of bands would've fought making sure they got their amps on stage, but luckily, in 2026 violence has been alienated and talking it out was the solution. An hour before the show starts, Matteo, singer and guitarist for Mildew, asks me if he can smash his guitar on stage. I look at him and respond, '' It's your show, you are the pilot, fuck whatever they say, fuck the rules, fuck everything, it's all about impressing the spectators...

Good Morning folks, here's a short review of a show that happened on 24th July at la Toscadura featuring Ramure, Serial Milk and Somet. It had been a while I hadn't been to any local show since I'm working in festival's and other God damn idiotic occupations, but on the 24th, I was quite ready to go see a show and have more than enough alcohol and some of the strangest adventures.   I took a lift, arrived in Montreal, got to cross path with a homeless person who freestyled for some money which left a sour impression upon my ears. I get it, he did it for the bucks, but honestly, he could've simply ran away with the money and never look back. For a first musical impression of the night, it was quite dire. But nonetheless, we travelled on, went to La Toscadura, a crowd of shimmering fools was waiting. They danced, they laughed, they drank, awaiting patiently for the show to start. The time comes, everyone's inside, Ramure are onstage and nothing is going to stop th...

  DoomsDay festival , a festival only two years old, yet they've made quite a place for punks and rockers and mostly moshers to go hang out and forget all about the outside world.  Their first edition was such a great success last year, they had the courage to restart it this summer. This year's lineup featured, CIDB, BRAINDOWN, HIGH ANXIETY, CITIZEN VICIOUS, TAXI GIRL, DIVINE BLOODLINE, HOOD RATE, LA GACHETTE, RATPISS, POSTLUVEN, VAS-Y LINE, CHÛZO, WODOS, CRACHAT, SMOKESPELL, DOWNTOWN FIASCO, SELF CONTROL, JAIL, MORSURE, REACTION, THEE SOREHEADS, SCARLET WIVES, PSYCHOTIX, THE LAST ROCKERS and finally BARBE A PAPA. A lineup featuring bands who have been around the ranging from the last five years to new formed bands. This said, the festival is only accessible for those who knew the location, there's only an Instagram page about it so it's fair enough to say that they want it for the people, no posers no bullshit and they want to stay local and I would add underground in...

  Coco Rose shone as bright as the sun as they performed at the Havana Club Cabaret.  I saw them on the 30th of June, it was hot, damp but even the clouds were kept away as Coco Rose beemed onstage. The Cabaret , as seen on the picture above, is so small, they're nine onstage, and they filled every bit of the stage with their presence and sheer talent.   Their set featured covers like Squeeze from Maya Delilah , Abide with Me from Thelenious Monk and Broke Down from The California Honeydrops but it also included some older and newer originals like Ambulance , Song of Us and Lovelight to name a few. On the 30th, their main singer couldn't be there so they had someone else fill in. Marianne, the replacement, was simply stunning, not only did she have a range that had me thinking of Amy Winehouse, but she also just owned every song as if she'd always been the main singer of the band. I think this feat is quite impressive knowing many bands have had...

  Il y a des shows où tout est calculé. Et il y a Choses Sauvages. Aux Francos, le groupe montréalais a transformé la scène en piste de danse sous tension, quelque part entre le funk détraqué, le rock nerveux et une transe presque club. Dès les premières secondes, le ton est clair : ici, on ne regarde pas un spectacle, on y embarque. Leur force, c’est le groove. Une basse omniprésente, des guitares qui découpent plus qu'elles enrobent, et une batterie qui refuse de rester tranquille. Tout est en mouvement, constamment. La musique avance, rebondit, s’étire, puis explose juste assez pour relancer la machine. Il y a quelque chose de presque obsessionnel dans leur façon de construire le rythme — comme si chaque pièce cherchait à te garder captif quelques minutes de plus. Sur scène, Félix Bélisle ne tient pas en place. Il ne “performe” pas au sens classique — il habite complètement l’espace. Entre le chant parlé, les cris contrôlés et une gestuelle imprévisible, il agit plus comme un ca...