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...

Sunday, Funday it was on November the 16th! I went down to l'Escogriffe to see Cordial a French multi genre band that have swept everybody's feet at every venue they played. Tonight, the opening band was Oddcharm , followed by Cordial and finally, Lezart played. I came, smoke, breezed and freezed my ass off. No intake of insane amounts of alcohol would be seen from my part tonight, but as the cold bit through my limbs, I was forced to admit I desperately wanted to warm my bones. So in we got, Fanny the picture taker was there, Cordial had arrived, Oddcharm were there patiently waiting and Lezart were roaming, unseen and seeking warmth, praying on us, waiting for the right time to strike. At the door, I greet the sax player of Lezart and we exchange a joke about having a line of coke in exchange of paying the ticket for the show, which I think is very inviting for the spectators yet I do reckon that now a days, everyone is broke and drugs aren't cool anymore. I go sit down...

Wednesday the 5th of November. It's cold, one of the first nights where I felt the cold biting my bones and frail limbs. Antoine, my good old drunken friend and I form a duo à la Jack Kerouac and Neal Cassidy, we love to have a good time filled to the brim with the finest of poisons, alcool. Tonight, we wanted to go out and simply have a reasonable amount of beers. No scuffing nor pushing nor shouting or rambling. We would be good boys, civilized. As we walked around Saint-Laurent, hoping we could go see Jazz at Barbossa, we are greated with a closed venue. God Fucking Damnit screams Antoine, I retort, Oh let's keep calm, we haven't even drinked yet, no need to get all riled up. Let's go grab a bite at Slice and Soda and then we can head towards l'Escogriffe and le Quai des Brumes to see what's up. Inside the pizza shop, the man tell's us he's closing so he deals us a deal and we are outted with two jumbo slices for 7$! Antoine tells me, "Wow it rea...

  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,...