The Soreheads, far from being a sore experience.

 A lot of cunts don't know when to shut the fuck up and some others should open theirs more. Well Manella, who's a solo artist and a loud one rocking in Thee Soreheads, is one who should go on dialoguing her thoughts for hours. The songs performed with Thee Soreheads reflect and partake in today's new ways of feminism, liberty aspects and total freedom of expression. Songs range about not being anyone's sex doll to hating her alarm clock waking her up and just simply having attitude. The band is one to grind it's teeths on todays issues and concerns of the youth. Thee Soreheads played a set June 1st at Traxide, supporting Chire and Scarlet Wives and well... It was incredible!

I spent the evening with singer of Gitni and we saw last minute there was a show at Traxide and so we sped our way to his place to smoke up a bit of tobacco coiled in a bong and afterwards, we dashed out in the night, fearless and thralled for the set at Traxide, Montreal punkiest underground yet famed pesky venue. Upon arrival Chire, an old man punk band capable of giving us a great show, finished their set and the atmosphere was calm; unlike anything I'd seen usually at Traxide. No heavy smoking filled the surroundings and no sharp shooter's aired upstairs on the berated sofa. For a Saturday it sure was unusual. But then again, rumours had it people were starting to be bored of the venue, being coiled in between fumes and armpits oozing a mixture of opioids and wet bareted makeup wasn't a hip thing no more. The place has in fact been upgraded a bit over the last year, a boardwalk was established leading to the backdoor and a new sofa was set. New housedrum was gained and a couple walls have been repainted and sanity standards have been tipped up a bit. Back to the event, we stood upon the hanging floor upstairs and waited for the music to fade. Once over, we searched for familiar faces and fell upon a connaissance of Alejandro. Drinking came up and soon we were scavenging the streets in search of the vehicle were legend had it, vodka was awaiting us. Crossing and jaywalking streets was necessary to find the car and once done, we'd all fueled up in copious amount of soft bitter alcoholic drinks topped with some Russian vodka. On our way back, we came across dogs and freaks who all aired ambiguity demanding for us to simply walk past.

Back in the rat hole, we lit up cigarettes and a woman stood on stage wearing tight skirt, leather boots, crowned with curly hairs and a glare that made you gulp and pray you don't piss her off. Around her, three guys set up their equipment and are slowly getting in motion ready to start the set. The band in question is called Thee Soreheads and the singer twirls with her sunglasses before they dive in with Help! for the first song and already, I felt the urge to go down and let my body loose upon the band performing. We smuggle in the back of the room and somehow I feel a tension is rising. Song after song, their's a frenetic movement being built inside everyone's gut. And as they embark with songs such as Ratlike, Isla de Encanta, No Means No, Shut The Fuck up and I'm Not Your Fucking Sex Doll, things explode, people shove one in another and by then I'm simply blown away by the viciousness of the band on stage. A funny moment also flowered as the singer is fed cheese while engaging the song Ratlike. As they start the song, she utters, ''I'm so Ratlike, gimme some cheese!'' Sweet melodies are ushered out of the guitarist, piercing screams coming from deep inside the singer's body are layed all over the walls. The pace his fastened, and the excitement is propelled higher. I have to admit, I hadn't a great impressions on the three others backing the singer, the guitarist is great when sliding across the fretboard for licks and surf rocks sharpened to pierce through the mixture while the bassist and drummer served great foundation for the songs but else than that they weren't any youngs lads who shoved their way through the gig like wholligans back then or any sex pistols mates who spat on the audience say. But nonetheless they succeded in supporting Manella, being the fuel to all the loud screams echoed. Their band reminded me of a blend of Siouxsie and The Banshee, The Pandora's, and of course Hole. They ended the set with their single Alive and Unfettered which is released on platforms as a Demo along with I'm Not Your Fucking Sex Doll which also goes under the demo titelling. That last song served as a great bow out of stage, one last heavy hitter to secure their place amongs fond memories of the night for every young punk and junkie and lost hobbo assisting.

For closing, I have to say, this band is great, although it could be further propelled if the bandmates of Manella would match her ways and stares. The bassist doesn't need to be the next John Entwistle nor does the drummer need to blow up his kit on stage à la Moon, but definitely they could use some edging along the act. Concerning their numbers up on platforms, the recording is far from ideal but as demo's it's completly understandable, and I truly am excited to hear a properly recorded EP, Album or whatever they have upcoming! Hoping the recordings match the energy seen on shared Youtube video's of their previous sets! Their next show is @L'escogriffe on June 18th and for those unsure of them, plenty of videos are avaible on their Youtube Channel to convince you of their excellency and intensity.

The Picture was taken by Aria Max