The Stoned Poet

  The Show is Over, Leave Peacefully, I Repeat, The Show Is Over, Please Leave respectfully. Those words, they're ringing in my ears, I open my eyes. I'm in my bed, besides, a needles yonders over the edge, it's got suicidal tendencies or is it simply tired. Tired like I was yesterday. Tired, Hired and Satyred. I get up, recollect the evening. Ah yes a show at Van Horne, four bands on a bill starting at 7 pm. Quite late and packed like lineup I believe. Having four bands play at Van Horne is merely impossible except if you start at 5 or 6 maybe. But even then by ten o'clock the cops always get cocky and try to tone down the place. This ain't Monterrey Pop Festival nor Woodstock, the cops have the authority. And there ain't enough youngsters and revolutionaries to start a movement under a bridge. Not one that could grant a pass to make noize later than ten that is.  I arrived at the place, wearing a fucking jacket not knowing how hot it was. Geez, I really need t...

 It's tuesday night, I'm fresh out of work and in the far confines of my mind lies one thought, the mates from Shirehead are playing at Hemisphere Gauche, the place where freaks and geeks meet up to collaborate on spewing beer all over the place while speaking unsortable words and phrase.  By nine o'clock I'm at the venue, as I walk, I pass by Chris, the bassist of Truck Violence, he's in a great discussion with someone about life and alls it's underlying meaning. I choose wisely to let em' be reminding myself that The Beatles would've done the same. As I turn the corner to enter the venue, there's Jeremy the drummer of Shirehead and of TrouNoir. We've known each other for a while, he records artist under the name of  Subriver Records for anyone looking to record mix or master their works. Tonight he's a drummer that's all, he's there to have the time of his life! Inside, I pull out money from that 2'50 FEE atm which indeed get...

  *Through the echoes, circling me, pitch black around, my breath intensifies, voices keep screeching, I can't understand surely what is said but I can distinguish Bad Objection, 4th Of May and a mention of a free show.* I wake up as an eerie scream swims out of my throat. Oh geez, I'm back in Montreal. It's been two weeks I'd been on a boat, away from all lunatics and the vices emancipating from the city's conducts. I get up, and I'm immediatly tipped off. My body's moving from side to side, all around me, the ground, the walls, the flowers, nothing moves. Every object seems to accept their state, where as on a boat, the sea caresses you and keeps reminding the boat's crew that nowhere is safe, no anchor may allow to settle for good, and every furniture as and inch away from being seasick. I open up my cellphone and upon arriving on Instagram I stumble upon a show, May 4th, besides Van Horne Skatepark, Free, All Ages! Conflit Majeur , Bad Objection , an...

  Face Lock, a wink to Nirvana yet far away from the Nirvana Face Lock, the new Single from Joyless Bodies. The Band itself. A moment of grief for Kurt, a feeling of deja-vu was clearly laid down here. I had my Nirvana magazine opened right at the edge of the table as I started the song. The magazine was opened on a intereview with Courtney as she was talking about a song Kurt recorded for her not long before dying and she was explaining how painful it was for her as she'd listen back to it, even to this day (dating back from 2015, I believe.)   Well Face Lock has this same effect for a drunken lad, die-hard grunge rock fan reminiscing the songs of Alice in Chains, Nirvana and many more bands of this era. Yet, I can't say I was blown over. We are far away from the quoted, 'Rage Agains't The Machine influence or nod to System Of A Down'. Quite frankly, it smelled déjà-vu. The verses are mumbled almost inaudible as if the singer was ashamed or afraid of his lyrics, th...

A new single for Birds Of Prrrey, titled False Hopes. The Band from left to right, Grace, Clarence and Noelle. False Hope, their new Single. Birds of Prrrey, a local trio from Montreal have released a single in July on the major streaming platforms and to sum it up, False Hope is a close reminder of Courtney Love, simply with a touch of gentleness and somehow less budget. But let’s not lie, of course three girls starting a band, won’t come up with a record as refined as what Hole and Courtney would release knowing they had millions in budget to spend and producers and studio engineers that had their names echoing through whole decades. Yet the key lies in the similarity they have, the fact that their style and energy resembles Hole and they're quite a bold trio to say the least. They have a couple live out there on the internet elaborating on their prowess with Grace on the bass slinging over with a bow, Noelle singing while sitting behind the drums and of course Clarence simply b...

A quick chat with Joshua, singer of Booster Fawn and a close up on their new album Dreams Made of Snowflakes, the album Booster Fawn live at The Diving Bell Social Club, on the 31th October. An Outlaw Desires era Bob Dylan feel sticks to the licks of guitar coated in a soft reverb that grasp softly around the voice of Joshua Marc Séguin who emancipates his Velvet Underground Lou Reedesque persona. An album that is lean, clean and greener than what Velvet Underground have ever offered, and better than that, it has a direction from beginning to end compared to Dylan who had the feel but yet over the years left us perplexed about where to go with his lyrics and artistic direction.  In between growing up, relocating several times, going to school, Joshua Marc Séguin had the time to realize he wanted to become a musician. The idea came up at the age of 18, as he was heading out of his glorious teen years, having seen so many underground bands, hearing music along wild parties and meetin...

Evergreen, an emerging raging act Evergreen, a band fueled by sheer talent, youth, and a taste for what sounds right. Matteo, the singer and guitarist, caught my eye with his Oli from Bring Me The Horizon looks and Cobainesque voice. And you can be reassured it is said in a good way, preaching intensity and raw aggressivity all while staying tight. Supported by Tyler the guitarist, Hans on the bass and Jeremie on the drums, the band powered through covers of Fang's Money Will Roll Right In and Nirvana's Opinion before delivering the final discharge with an original titled Gardening. If you've ever listened to Nirvana's Live at Reading Festival show, the thrills and shivers I've felt may be relatable. This said, you'll have to wait a bit before listening to them because to this day, they still have no music outed and their next performance is yet to be confirmed. Until then, here's a snapshot of the late teenagers performing at the Mercedes Bar accompanying B...

  Carpet Burn Review by 20MinutesTillSunrise What luck it came out a day before due! A ride through memories of Twenty One Pilots and Red Hot Chili Pepper, while trying to stop the motion my feet were imprisoned in. It's groovy, simple yet catchy, fidèle to their good vibes. A laid back feel with vocals in the background caressing the listeners ears. It almost feels as if I was right besides the guitarist as he recorded those clear sounding mellow concealed riffs. A solo a la John Frusciante not too long, not too hard yet questioning the direction they'll take as they glide in the bridge to end up hooking us back with their splendid chorus. In the end, the button on-repeat was pushed and not only was the carpet burning, but so were my feet. So if ever you feel down, bored out, disillusioned, or have a mourning heart, give yourself a treat and let your feet catch fire while listening to Luka and the virtuoso George going all out on Carpet Burn . Once that's done, like me,...