The Stoned Poet

  DoomsDay festival , a festival only two years old, yet they've made quite a place for punks and rockers and mostly moshers to go hang out and forget all about the outside world.  Their first edition was such a great success last year, they had the courage to restart it this summer. This year's lineup featured, CIDB, BRAINDOWN, HIGH ANXIETY, CITIZEN VICIOUS, TAXI GIRL, DIVINE BLOODLINE, HOOD RATE, LA GACHETTE, RATPISS, POSTLUVEN, VAS-Y LINE, CHÛZO, WODOS, CRACHAT, SMOKESPELL, DOWNTOWN FIASCO, SELF CONTROL, JAIL, MORSURE, REACTION, THEE SOREHEADS, SCARLET WIVES, PSYCHOTIX, THE LAST ROCKERS and finally BARBE A PAPA. A lineup featuring bands who have been around the ranging from the last five years to new formed bands. This said, the festival is only accessible for those who knew the location, there's only an Instagram page about it so it's fair enough to say that they want it for the people, no posers no bullshit and they want to stay local and I would add underground in...

  Coco Rose shone as bright as the sun as they performed at the Havana Club Cabaret.  I saw them on the 30th of June, it was hot, damp but even the clouds were kept away as Coco Rose beemed onstage. The Cabaret , as seen on the picture above, is so small, they're nine onstage, and they filled every bit of the stage with their presence and sheer talent.   Their set featured covers like Squeeze from Maya Delilah , Abide with Me from Thelenious Monk and Broke Down from The California Honeydrops but it also included some older and newer originals like Ambulance , Song of Us and Lovelight to name a few. On the 30th, their main singer couldn't be there so they had someone else fill in. Marianne, the replacement, was simply stunning, not only did she have a range that had me thinking of Amy Winehouse, but she also just owned every song as if she'd always been the main singer of the band. I think this feat is quite impressive knowing many bands have had...

  Il y a des shows où tout est calculé. Et il y a Choses Sauvages. Aux Francos, le groupe montréalais a transformé la scène en piste de danse sous tension, quelque part entre le funk détraqué, le rock nerveux et une transe presque club. Dès les premières secondes, le ton est clair : ici, on ne regarde pas un spectacle, on y embarque. Leur force, c’est le groove. Une basse omniprésente, des guitares qui découpent plus qu'elles enrobent, et une batterie qui refuse de rester tranquille. Tout est en mouvement, constamment. La musique avance, rebondit, s’étire, puis explose juste assez pour relancer la machine. Il y a quelque chose de presque obsessionnel dans leur façon de construire le rythme — comme si chaque pièce cherchait à te garder captif quelques minutes de plus. Sur scène, Félix Bélisle ne tient pas en place. Il ne “performe” pas au sens classique — il habite complètement l’espace. Entre le chant parlé, les cris contrôlés et une gestuelle imprévisible, il agit plus comme un ca...

  It's early. I wake up feeling strung up. On my floor lies a Bowie book, a Black Sabbath magazine on their elastic fazed out career, a Beatles vinyl and many more relics from the past. Lately, I know that I have to hang on to the present. No amount of old memories will help me seek my freedom of mind and body. The world runs on fuel and god knows fuel burns fast. To look upon the old days is futile. As I brush my teeth, I ask myself what has come out recently in terms of music, what can I listen to, to get a grip of the new age. As a critique or whatever it is I do, I've desperately need to let go of my Beatles Idolization, I can't constantly compare everything to the Beatles. Times have change, the only similarity is the imminent threat of war. War never changes, innit what the old folk say? As I prop my phone screen open, I open Spotify, and bang, a notification comes up, Serial Milk have released a brand new EP titled Animal Disguise . Is my phone listening to my though...