The Stoned Poet

 "Lastly, as I believed the night couldn't get any better, Lezart came on stage to blow the place up with  Thomas Simard  on keys and voice/guitar at times,  Odilon  on drums,  Kéo  on sax and traversial flute,  Jean-Alexis Lessard  bending notes on guitar and finally  Nicolas Péladeau  on bass . With their soul clothed through jazz pop formula, Sade-like atmospheric music with close intimite reminders to Jeff Beck's first album Truth where guitar, sax, piano and sweet ear candies  come and warm our soul; their music really transcendented the imaginary. [...] Their songs were rich yet unknown, to me, having been on stage for now only a year max, but it surely made an impact, a big one, as big as those who saw The Beatles on Ed Sullivan Show, as big as the first man landing on the moon, and many more. Every song was like a firework, Boom and then everybody cheered! By the end, Back To the Old House by the Smiths is played and th...

  October 2nd, I wanted to go see le P'tit Belliveau at Quai des Brumes . Of course, it was sold out. So I was about to dip. But, But But, my friend Charlotte insisted we stay to watch live music. So what stands besides Quai des Brumes other than the mytical Escogriffe !   Going inside, we are greeted with a 20$ or PWYC, so we get our money out and reluctantly or rather unsurely we give it to the door gal and in we are. On stage, a girl with long curly black hair is swaying left to right with her grey guild motherfucking cool looking guitar. She sings out words, plays her guitar and enchants anyone who locks regards with her while the bassist dressed with an oversized green slick shirt is, well let's put it this way, making love to his bass as he chants out the groove. The drummer in the back is controlled, tamed yet gashed with a wildness that is subtle yet thrilling. The guitarist seemed straight out of sitcom was a melody virtuoso. He definitely knew a thing or two abo...

Picture yourself on a rainy day, walking in the forest Apparition, the latest EP available everywhere Rain Dish, in person Rain dish, aged 21, lives in Netherlands, Rain dish knows what simplicity is. He's gritted his teeth against it, he's elaborated an album based on sole momentum and dedication to the inspiration that came as he was recording. It's rough on the edges for sure, one mic was used to capture the voice and instruments, but it bares with hard times, it comforts the soul looking for a sleezy rest. There's torment, people shipwrecked by love and soft moments where voice and guitar creep on lavish pop sounding songs to announce how the singer feels. The climate in Netherlands is often described as moody, almost depressive because it never shines too much neither gets very snowy, it's always in the middle, rainy and gloomy. This album echos along the forecast of Rain Dish's homeplace, encompassing nostalgia and nature. To put it simply, h...