A Saturday Late Night Show hosted by Rufus Cesspool, Lucy's Delirium and Ski Club

On February 17th, a show went on at Piranha Bar. This is how great of a night it was,witnessing  such bands conquer the souls and bodies of countless teens hungry for rythm and action.

It all started back at eight fifteen. I saw the flyer announcing Lucy's Delirium, Ski Club a band from Boston and Rufus Cesspool playing at Piranha Bar. I though I'd heard a couple names already especially Lucy's Delirium. But musically I had no recollection of having heard anything from any band. So here I am, tired and drained from the night before, putting on my jacket as I ready myself to assault Canada's cold nights. As I walk out, I realize the air is stiff, the streets are shivering with empitness, everyone seems to prefer the warmth inside restaurants, bar or at home with their kins watching their favorite TV shows. On my behalf, a friend might come tonight but things are unsure. As I gait my way down Crescent Street, I realize what a lumpy allure streets can have when all they're dressed with is the misery of few outnumbered homeless busting their ass in the cold trying to convey a couple coins. Finally arrived, I bolt inside and climb up the stairs and come up to a room quite bigger than I thought fitting around two hundread fifty people maybe five hundred at it's best but yet lacking the people to fill it up. I yawn, my brain begs for a deep slumber, but I can't return home after all the struggle I went through to get here. So while waiting I go back out to smoke a cigarette hoping it'll wake me up a bit.


A couple minutes later, I'm back in and as I'm yawning, i hear the first thumping coming from the stage. I look around and unknowingly the room has filled with fans who'd braved the harsh weather to praise their cherished trio Lucy's Delirium. Something was off, they seemed a bit nervous, tense, but full on they dived in their performance. They embarked on a peaceful soothing ballad resembling their only single out yet called Mr. Tv, and my brain is submerged with a smooth rush of dopamine as Hanako the guitarist sings while Franky the bassist and Lila the drummer harmonizes in the background. They push on adding more groove and grittyness in their sound as the songs unfurl one after another. Lila carries vocal duties while stomping the drum skins with confidence never fumbling on timing which to me will always seem as something extraordinary to see. At a moment she events steps up and leads with vocals a song she wrote about a desire to carry her love along her sanctum and harbour his sex in all possible ways even leading in Spanish at times to avoid shocking the young audience full of lust. Two groupies or helpers swarm the stage as their set ends with a banner hand sowed with the band's name artfully displayed which was something I'd really seen before. As they hauled off the stage a mic was tossed to the floor but nonetheless was the performance harmed. Their set revealed influences from bands such as Radiohead, Florence and The Machine, it seemed they'd burrowed Patti Smith's punk attitude and have much resemblance to bands such as Birds of Prey, and while at it The Shapiros too. They're time on stage was a great one, as I had only seen em' once before but in the past, substances clouded my brain to a point I couldn't comprehend who was performing. As I exited outside I talked a bit to the band, and I understood the tension I'd sense on stage, their singer, Addie, was on vacation and it seemed a couple of mates had just come back from vacation making rehearsal quite thorny of a subject. So surprised, I gave em' praise, after all, each member who'd been there for the show had to shoulder more responsabilities than usual and they did quite well as the crowd had gone in a frenzy state as they danced and pushed around all along their time on stage.


Next up was Ski Club, a band coming all they way from boston labelling themselves as Trad-
Jazz Punk Americana New Wave Psychedelic Funk Junky Jam kind off band. It seems quite hard to grasp and even to me, I couldn't get a clear image of their music. I'd listened to their 4 track release titled Downhill Delay, tending towards albums such as Ire Works from The Dillinger Escape Plan, Hermit's Groove by Wax Machine and Jaco Pastorius self titled album, Watermelon Man by Herbie Hankock or Zappa and Captain Beefheart's albums. I couldn't exactly put a finger on what it is, because it's a blend of heavyness with the softness of jazz, a punk agressivity mixed in with psychedelia's lean back feeling. Teke Teke would be the closest of a label I'd dare stick on this band. Their set was electrifying boasting much more energy and rawness than their recorded music. Evan the bassist who assisted vocal all along, handled the crowd with franticness, raising us to scream mosh and cheer as they spewed their compositions in our body's muscle and soul! For anyone who didn't know Ski Club, which I believe it to be a major part of the crowd, it is now safe to say they have potential. Abby who rode the rythm on guitar all the while singing the songs was incredible, supported by Chase on guitar embelishing every minute of every songs and their drummer named Zach who fueled the essence needed for the wagon to steam on. Their live set blew us youth away that night. Lucy's Delirium stirred every frozen cell in our brain but Ski Club jagged our bodies with every note echoed through the PA system.


Finally, as more and more people snuggled in the crowd to watch this incredible show, I wondered how come they'd arrived so late. To my surprise, they all came to see Rufus Cesspool. A band with the looks of les Colocs in my opinion, a band who weren't afraid to reign down the crowd to their own commands. They had a cult of their own to help them out. In this room harnessing between two hundred and five hundred, every single crowd member seemed to have a story or moment to relate with the band who were slowly gearing up on stage. Before talking of their show, here's a quick rendition of their EP called Collage Rock, an assembly of four songs that are cotted with a reverb on the voice ressembling what can be heard on Artic Monkey's albums. Yet their approach on instrument ressembles more Talking Head's way of jamming. There's a strange ressemblance to Genesis' debut albums concerning the flow of the songs, hinting at progressive jams with a mix of Pink Floyds debut albums where sounds are dispersed and the mind is set loose to travel along the melodies and the voice serving as rudder to guide us along the mist. As they start playing what strikes me again is the place the bassist occupies, jolting across the front part of the stage dressed with a knitted colorful hat and the two guitarist serving as pillars on both sides. The bassist's name is Thomas, and they shows no signs of being overshadowed by the performance of Ski Club. Rufus the singer hinted all along their performance a certain influence by Talking Heads in the phrasing of their words as they studded intentionally creating a beat of their own with the vocals. Their ways with rythm dragging along the crowd in frenzyness encouraing them to simply let loose led to some moments filled with ecstasy bringing our bodies in trances far beyond what any street drugs could ever hope to. On several occasions the bassist steps up on the front part of the stage demonstrating complete control over the instrument while pickering everyone's attention and smile. Their live renditions of old song and new ones clearly sets light years ahead of what we listeners have access on streaming platforms concerning the band's catalogue. Their show is one filled with ever ending jams as Thomas pierces along with his tacky lyrics bringing contexts to every song played. In the crowds people are hypnotized, some whisper that they love Rufus' voice and Thomas' way of cheering the crowd up while jocking and smiling with his bandmates Gabe on bass and Jack on drums.

All and all, the night was a success. The bands brought joy to a crowd that endure such cold before making it at the venue. Although technical problems haunted the various bass players, it didn't disturb in an pervious way any performance. As we left, we'd all forgotten how cold it had been outside. Lucy's Delirium really nailed it while missing their main vocalist, Ski Club tore every dancing feet across the floor and Rufus Cesspool proceeding to buckle the night up with a fiery yet festive performance allowing me to say that in my opinion they have what it takes to take on bigger stages, greater audiences and merit to be called out for their incredible talent and sheer dedication to the montreal musical scene. Don't miss out their next shows to come.  For Ski Club, it's mostly in the USA and both other bands have yet to announce new shows from what I've seen on their social medias.

P.S All pictures were given from the internet or the band themselves so ask them who took the pictures.




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