The Stoned Poet

Il est 20 h. Je me dirige vers le Petit Campus, une salle dont je n'ai pas vraiment de souvenir mémorable, avec comme seule arme à la main, une bière qui goûte le jus de pied me rappelant que le vice n'amène jamais rien de bon. Merde, espérons que la soirée soit meilleure.  Dans le cadre des funérailles de Nova pour le groupe Désaccords, Béatitude ouvre la soirée avec un mélange aussi singulier que ambitieux. Quelque part entre Robert Charlebois dans sa période psychédélique, Harmonium et Michel Fugain et le Big Bazar, le groupe propose un voyage musical qui semble tout droit sorti d’une époque où les musiciens n’avaient pas peur de perdre le contrôle. Les costumes rappellent d’ailleurs les premières années de Pink Floyd, alors que Syd Barrett était encore aux commandes. Avec Estuaire , première pièce progressive du set, Béatitude expose immédiatement ses influences. L’articulation rappelle Maneige, tandis que le breakdown plonge dans les eaux plus troubles de King Crimson et s...

 In Narnia, a young toddler goes in a closet and comes out in a totally different world, while it may not exactly be possible in this world, some places currate the same whimsical, magical feeling. If you ever go to l' Escogriffe , there's a great possibility you might experience that feeling of discovering something totally unexpected. Yesterday, on the 9th October, I went down to discover a band called Metropole , I saw Armoire and revisited a classic, Serial Milk .   Unlike the heroes of Narnia, I had no sword no lion to guide me, I simply had alcool, ears and a lot of folks around me to enjoy my night with. Around 9, the show started, I'd never seen Metropole, I knew Billy from Somet, but else than that, nada. I hate french rock, I hate it, few bands get to tickle my senses. Metropole's music wasn't exactly my cup of tea, but their performance was. They had fun on stage, the songs were at times almost a bit nostalgic and heartwarming, a mix of Cowboy Fringants ...

 It was a rainy night, I arrived at the venue late, I missed Shields Up For Six , I got lost walking around to find my place. Upon arrival, I met Sietch , we hanged around, played minigolf with others and eventually came back inside.    To Be Continued hopped on stage, all the way from Toronto. They threw together a strange and energetic mix of nu-metal, hardcore, industrial, emo, thrash, and drum-and-bass influences. There’s a distinctly DJ-driven element to the sound, with samples and electronic textures coming from a Novation setup alongside a basic Yamaha keyboard. The guitars range from a Hello Kitty-shaped guitar to a Guild SG-style instrument, giving the stage itself a slightly absurd visual character. The songs moved between softer passages and explosive breakdowns, with melodic vocals cutting through the heavier sections. There were moments that recalled the aggression of Dillinger Escape Plan, the melodic heaviness of Slipknot, and the sudden, almost chaotic b...

Le 12 août, c'est un soir calme, je vais au Quai des Brumes voir Le Bon Vent . L'espoir de voir un nouveau vent me chatouille l'esprit. Ils disent qu'il existe des vents du sud si chauds qu'ils nous font voyager sans jamais avoir quitté les lieux. J'espère bien qu'il ramènera ce bon vent chaud dans la salle.  En arrivant je croise  connaissances et collègues de travail, la fête est au rendez-vous. Il y a dans l'air une frivolité, je la sens dans mon cortex cérébrale, ça me chatouille les os.  Sur la scène, les musiciens embarquent, ils accueillent la foule et puis le spectacle prend forme. Un sorte de country folk alternatif s'empare de la foule. La dynamique des musiciens se sent, ils sont décidément emportés par un vent chaud, un vent qui souffle à débroussailler toute personne présente. La foule répond avec extase, plus les chansons avancent, plus la foule saute, danse, rie, crie. Mon verre à la main ne tien plus, la bière revole, les notes m...

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...