Kindlewood, Kindlewood, Kindlewood!!

I have to apologize.
I've been having MAJOR writers block lately.
I don't know how people do it... write about one thing (ex. music) for years and years and years and still have something unique to say about each new record.
I've been doing this site for a long time now, so it seems, 3 years? 4 years? something like that, and I can't think of a goddamn thing to say about anything anymore. Aside from 'I like this'.
Live shows are easy, live shows are all different and I can pinpoint everything I like and dislike about a performance when I'm watching it.
Albums aren't the same. All you have to go on for a description and accurate review is the way it sounds, nothing else. And, well, everything either sounds good or bad to me now, there is no in between... no specifics.

Take Kindlewood for example.
I like them, I really really like them, but I have nothing to say about their Desiderium album besides that, and a few adjectives
- pretty
- haunting
- gorgeous

What more do you want from me!!?
Maybe a link to the site so you can listen yourself, for free!?
Here it is!

Album art for Desiderium | Design by Ryan James 40www.ryanrjames.com41 | Artwork by Kate Greenaway 40Public Domain41

It really is a fantastic album. It makes me happy when I listen to it, and has a way to put you at peace. I suggest listening to it first thing in the morning on a sunny day. MmmMmmMmMmMmMmMmmmm.

I'm Sarah. I do what I want.

Another Epic Morning Playlist.


Free = GOOD. Bass = GOOD. Free things with bass = GOOD GOOD.

= I love The Regime.
I mean I REALLY love them.
It's been about 4 hours of 4 songs on repeat and I am happy as a lesbian after a 4 hour clam jam.
They're a super catchy, grizzly sounding punk rock band from San Diego with fun harmonies and a little bit of rockabilly flavour to 'em.
Think Fugazi, Rocket from the Crypt and Jawbreaker!
They have their old Twenty Ten EP available on bandcamp for FREE, so if you're cool you should probably grab that RIGHT HERE and check back for a new album coming out SOON!

I'm Sarah. I do what I want.

Punk + Parts & Labour = It Just Doesn't Get Better Than This!

omg omg omg omg omg omg omg omg omg omg omg omg
I love Toronto right now.
I love the fact that I can go to a basement punk show mere minutes from my house and see some of the cities most exciting punk bands (on a regular basis) in addition to wicked out of town bands who rarely give Toronto the time of day.

I was originally really upset over missing Pouzza Fest this past weekend but last night at P&L made up for it almost completely -- aside from bringing Banner Pilot across the border -- by hosting an intimate show featuring superpunkband Dear Landlord along with their tour buds, Maladroit. Both were fresh off Pouzza but didn't lack any energy or excitement considering their busy schedule as of late.

Local Toronto acts The New Enemy, !Attention! *excuse my shudder as I type the !'s* and Spitfist opened for these legendary punk acts and hand-in-hand helped build one of the greatest nights of my life... or at least this year so far... in punksville, P&L.

First of all I love Spitfist every time I see them and was so happy to walk in late without missing their entire set. I've gotten to the point where I can sing along to almost every word, yet still want to hear more. They rock tits. Their tits rock. Whatever.

!Attention! who I normally don't care as much were up next, and this time there was one song that actually made me happy... I unfortunately don't have any idea what it was called though :( but at least it made their performance memorable for me for once, despite seeing them almost every show recently (out of all the punk bands in Toronto it's hard to understand why they're getting all the gigs... no offence. VARIETY people, VARIETY!)

The New Enemy were a breath of fresh air in P&L when they hit the stage next. I love these guys and it feels like forever since I've seen them, and damn how I missed their rockin' Kid Dynamite style sound. Please play more.

Maladroit I was not as familiar with pre-show, but when they started playing they became an instant favourite and it felt like I had been listening to them for years. Perhaps it was the resemblance to Teenage Bottlerocket who I actually have been listening to for years... a resemblance that was very much welcomed. They put on a great great performance, and sounded even greater doing it. Mmm! Now I want to see TBR though. D'oh!

Dear Landlord.
Dream. Come. True.
I. Love. Them.
Oh. My. God.
It's hard to explain how fucking amazing it was to watch them so close with out using pauses and expression after expression of love.
Seriously, I know I say this about a lot of bands but you really have to just go fucking see them yourself to even understand what it's like to witness such a magnificent band.
It just so happens they are playing a FREE FUCKING SHOW tonight at The Bovine in Toronto, so you have another chance...

Don't. Miss. It.


I'm Sarah. I do what I want.

I just can't get enough...

of this song.

Newwww Muzaaakkkkkkk!

Just a couple more obsessions as of late.

annnnd here is one of the worst songs I've ever heard.

The End.

Update! Update! Update!

Well, it's been a while eh.
I have been cursed with a case of the lazy's lately, and the sun shining + nice weather ain't helpin'.
But I do what I want, and lately updating my site falls under things I don't want, so fuck it.
I don't even want to write what I'm writing right now (whoa..) but I feel obligated.

First things first. Dear Landlord are playing tonight at Parts & Labour in Toronto, and for that I am beyond stoked. AND I will be reviewing it... so y'all come back now ya hear!

Next up, my birthday BONE-anza is coming up this Friday at The Bovine in Toronto with 3 good pals Bad Teen Ensemble, Stuck on Planet Earth and Careers in Science. I can't wait, and I really hope to see some of you guys there. These bands rock.

And to top this all off, I have a couple of new obsessions to share with you.
The most important being The Holy Mess who I saw perform at Sneaky Dee's with Junior Battes this past weekend and OH MY GOD. They fucking rock. New favourite band right thurr...
Check them out here!

Another obsession as of late would be The Felice Brothers... Bob Dylan-esque with horns and lots of strings and more than a dab of country... mmm.

I'm Sarah. That'll do pig, that'll do.

Face To Face / Strung Out / The Artist Life / The Darlings @ Phoenix (Toronto)

Review done by: Julian Warme
It was a hot night at the Phoenix that fabled Thursday night. Not only were there flaming birds at the show, but also really hot ones! Lyss and I got there a few songs into Artist Life's set. As they're my peers, and both a wicked band and awesome dudes, it’s hard for me to actually provide a critique of a specific performance. However, from a musician's perspective, they persevered through a really tough set that left me with a new found respect for them. Although they had to deal with multiple strings breaking and a whole other barrage of technical bullshit beyond their control, they kept rocking out and doing their thing, sounding a lot tighter than one might have expected, considering all he obstacles throughout their set. 'd like to see another band play a set with razor blades instead of picks and still rock as hard as they did.

After Artist Life were finished we really realized how …old the crowd was. The front area (barricade-less by the way, as per F2F's request) had barely any people in it, while the drinking section and patio had 10 minute waits at the bar! I spent most of The Darlings there, catching up with people I hadn't seen in a while and pounding beers. I did however hear their Op Ivy cover, and it was sweet.

There was to be no more fucking around that night, as Strung Out were getting on stage. For being around as long as they have, it was awesome to see how hard they still gave it. Jumping, dancing, SMILING, singing, headbanging as fast as possible, they had it all. They were particularly on par with their banter that night too, including heckling an unfortunate girl who decided to stay on stage after a song was done, waiting for another to start so she could stage dive. Their set was comprised of a great mixture of old favourites and newer material, which ended up a perfect mixture for the crowd, who were slowly filtering into the front area of the floor. It also helped that around this time the promoters seemed to have noticed the same problem we had, and has moved the barriers up closer to the stage. Of course his was also the point there people decided they were drunk enough to abandon their drinks and join the pit, which was (as Lyss found out) super rough, but also full of courteously and mutual respect; something lacking in a lot of pits at punk shows in the last little while. Also notable was the incredible amount of die-hard Strung out fans. At least half the people we overheard talking weren’t even there to see Face to Face, but were there to see Strung Out. Lots of Strung Out tattoos, let me tell you. They really helped the club live up to its name that night. After they played their last note everyone realized how FUCKING HOT it was in there, resulting in a six minute line-up to get outside to the smoking area. It amazes me how many people they can cram into one drinking section.

Face to fucking face. For an hour and a half these badass motherfuckers rocked the shit out of the Phoenix. They said themselves it had been the best show on the tour (as I’m sure they said every previous night…oldest trick in the book) but by golly gee willickers, it was a hootenanny of a good time. Think 5 old F2F songs for every new song they played, of which I'm pretty sure they played 5 new songs. After the first 3 songs had finished, Trever Keith invited everyone up on stage, making sure to point out that anyone who hits his microphone into his teeth would be indeed dead. They had specifically requested to have no barrier, as this was indeed a punk rock show. I got a really big kick out of their stage-straggler rule: anyone caught on stage after a song receive a punch from a band member. Really hard. You could tell it was truly hot on stage too, especially when they started making fun of us for not having water. "Its hot, I bet everyone's thirsty. Well sucks to be you!" was Trever's jab, as the best bass player in punk rock, Scott Shiflett threw out bottles of water. It truly was an amazing set that represented what punk rock is all about; having fun to loud rocking music. The only weak part was a particularly tall punk rock super-jerk with a blue tank top and a red hat. He was so Punx he decided to 'dance' on stage for 25 seconds. Trever had none of it, and after calling him a dick, told him his 10 seconds were up and then kicked him in the legs. Well, more of a push-kick than a shin jab, just so you understand what kind of kick I'm talking about. That guy was a douche. When all was said and done, I was kinda sad. I knew it'd be a while until I got to see them again, as they had to go show the world their new record and go visit all their old friends that thought they were never to return after breaking up all those years ago. I'm glad I got to finally see them play though. Next time I hope they play something…ANYTHING from Ignorance Is Bliss.



Breaching Disappointment...

When I first gave Breaching Vista new album Vera City a quick listen I really didn't think the band was that bad. In fact, I THOUGHT I liked them!
I eagerly agreed to attend their show at the Horseshoe in Toronto this past Monday thinking it would be worthwhile based on their recordings...
It turned out to be free, and well, it's really hard for me to say it was worth the zero dollars paid to get in.
How unfortunate.
I hate when that happens.
Especially when I've already given the impression that I'm into something before I realize I hate it.
And I did. I hated it. A lot.
From the over-polished+cliche+painfully rehearsed pop rock stage moves to the crappy+boring+blasé Simple Plan wannabe sound this band was just one huge disappointment after another as they played through Vera City.
It was just not at all what I expected when I first heard them.
I really think that this is one band that is much better when you're not forced to watch them live.
The only saving grace was the resemblance between the bassist and Barry Badrinath (aka Jay Chandrasekhar). Except even he managed to piss me off with his unnecessary 5th string on his bass that he could barely play, and his disgusting rocker stance when he wasn't even rocking out.
He didn't piss me off nearly as much as the singer though, who made me want to punch him in the face with every movement he made. Oi!
The only thing missing from the bands' image were those black fuzzy wristbands most bands love to sport to look more punk rock.

What pissed me off even more than band themselves were the huge double banners sitting on the stage (I'm sorry, I think you got the Horseshoe confused with Warped Tour somehow..) taking up room when the singer had to actually leave the stage to access the rest of his guitars... more than once!!! How stupid is that... I mean, COME ON!
The only thing about them that I ended up liking was the minor resemblance to October Fall, who I love. I think that's what made me think I would be into them to begin with... but there wasn't enough of a likeness to make me appreciate anything about this band's performance, whatsoever.

Please listen to their new album despite all the shit I just talked above, hey, maybe they'll be your new favourite band... (if you're into Simple Plan... sorry it kind of rhymed so I had to!)

I'm Sarah. Any press is good press, right? :S

Bears, Beats, and Bad-Ass Punk Rock.

For those of you who have yet to hear a band by the name of Glocca Morra let me tell you something: YOU'RE MISSING OUT.. DUMMIES!
Despite only having a short 4-track'er to judge them on I fucking LOVE it, without a doubt.
The grizzly punk vocals (my fav) paired with superb punk beats and an undeniable bad-ass feel to the music make my life right about now.
Along the lines of Captain, We're Sinkng, The Riot Before, Kudrow, Dead to Me and so on, Glocca Morra fit in with my favourite kind of semi-techy, semi-lumberjacky present day punk rock sound.
Four tracks just ain't enough.


I'm Sarah. I do what I want.

Buddy Black at the Bovine

Holy surprise performance, Buddy Black-man!
Maybe I'm an idiot, or maybe it has something to do with the whole 'Reverend' word that shows up in Buddy Black's name here and there, orrr perhaps I'm just racist, but the image in my head of what the performance was going to look like on Friday night at the Bovine vs what it actually ended up being was COMPLETELY different.
Not only was he himself a lot younger and a lot thinner than I imagined, but his music was a lot more intense (and fitting for the Bovine) than I expected, despite hearing and loving his latest release that I actually reviewed a while ago...
DUH Sarah!
The full 3 piece pumping out my favourite kind of traveling punk rock music was slightly more rockabilly style than I remembered, but not your typical rockabilly that you probably imagine as I give it that label.
I guess I was surprised that it was as punk as it was, in looks and in sound when you're watching them live.
I was imagining one dude, slightly religious, and definitely not somebody who would fit in at the Bovine.
How embarrassing.
I am so glad I was able to set myself straight by seeing this performance, it was actually fucking amazing. Despite how awesome Buddy Black is recorded it's nothing compared to seeing them for realz. If you haven't experienced it yet you must.

I also need to shout out to whatever band played right before them, they did a couple amazing covers including "True Believer" and I belieeeeeeve it was a Reel Big Fish cover??? Or maybe I was wasted and it wasn't.... uhhh but it was good!


I'm Sarah. I do what I want.

Deep Dark Woods at the Dakota Tavern in Toronto ...

Excuse the lack of effort I'm about to put into this, but I'm going through another one of those tired-of-writing-about-music periods, and on top of that I paid $10 for this show which usually warrants me getting really drunk and not reviewing shit.

However, Deep Dark Woods were so good that they deserve something written about their show.

If you haven't heard of them yet they play seemingly simple folk-infused, mellow rock, but if you look/listen closely enough you'll discover the intricacies behind their phenomenal sound and performance, starting with the steel pedal and the swapping of lead vs rhythm guitar duties between front men. The keyboardist builds a beautiful background for the band, and to put it bluntly he's talented as fuck. The backup vocals are pure and surprising coming from the members, but perfectly compliment the singer, who by the way has one of the best on stage personalities ever, keeping you entertained between songs effortlessly. The drummer keeps it tight and adds some flare to the sound, despite the blank stare he sports on stage giving the impression that he's completely zoned out of the performance. He's not.

I hadn't listened to the band extensively pre-Dakota Tavern show last week, and although I was a fan of the music already seeing them live just propelled my love for them into a whole other dimension. Not usually obsessed with slower stuff, they gained more respect for the sleepy speed at which they sometimes play than any other band of their softness, and as I listen to them now I find myself harbouring a strong yearning for more, more, more...

I'm Sarah, I do what I want.