Morning Thieves, go steal a sunrise !

Huh. I have to say I'm pleasantly surprised by the Morning Thieves Wrongside EP. I've heard about the band, mostly because I know one of the guys in the band, but didn't know what they were about until now. And wowza, these guys are the real shit. Fully developed, radio-ready, teen dream groovy with a spice of emo, rock.
It's not even the type of music I would normally find myself gravitating towards but it's a bit impossible to ignore the well-written addictingly-structured alt-rock and all its potential.
The strong vocals, pretty melodies and soft but edgy tunes is guaranteed to make panties wet - ... with pee, perverts.
I can't stop listening to the 4 songs over and over, and I keep shaking my head in disbelief of how solid it is each time.
Radio radio radio, radio radio radio.
They're going to be all over the radio.

Soon.
I bet.

Check 'em out right urrr.



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Christien Summers at the Horseshoe

I totally wasn't going to review this show on account of my terrible laziness but finally seeing Christien Summers live blew me away like the violent winds of Twister that carried the poor wittle cow to it's death. RIP Cow.
I wrote about my appreciation for their EP some time ago, but on Saturday night they introduced me to a handful of new songs that haven't been recorded yet, all of which made me shit my pants with a giant turd of love.
One in particular - something to do with going to the beach - forced me to start jotting down notes for this review after it straight up murdered me with awesome.
Their stage presence is impressively captive for a newer band and I could easily imagine them opening for Cyndi Lauper (who they reminded me of lots) or even Madonna.
Holla!

It was a disco dance party for the blogs, and somehow has me listening to The Rapture's In The Grace Of Your Love nonstop now, wishing it was Christien Summers future album-to-be. But without disappointment because this Rapture album is the fucking breastsss.



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Can I Get A Little More Meanwood Please!? - random fan in audience

Set the scene: The Dakota in Toronto, a flashback to country bars of the past. You almost picture all the city folk decked out in cowboy boots and hats, and you can almost hear the saloon doors swing shut as you enter.
The perfect place for Meanwood's EP release.
How I'd never heard about the rockin' bluesy alt-cunt band before now is a crying shame.
They are everything my little heart desires. They are like the love child prodigy of Buffalo Springfield and Neko Case (Virginian era) - who Meanwood's singer sounded SO MUCH like - combined with all of my favourite elements ie: banjo, harmonica etc etc etc, clap-alongs, sing-alongs, and even foot-stomp-alongs.
I fell in love with the beautifully awkward singer (Not Neko I'll call her) as she talked about clenching her butt and jokingly drew attention to my boyfriend (WHY NOT MEEEE) in between songs. Hilarious. #Heartz. And obviously her voice was incredible to merit comparisons to Neko Case, a fact proven all over again when she whipped out a flawless Etta James cover.
Not to forget about the rest of the band and their revolving door of musical instruments, and barnfulls of talent.
Everything about them was fantastic.
They played two sets, the second of it I was debating staying for due to work the next morning, but when it came time for the break in between there was no question that I was staying to hear the rest. You don't walk out on a band like that. It's like the spurs on your boots are stuck in the floor.

CHECK THEM OUT HERE.




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Groupelove, not to be confused with Pooplove.... not sure why you'd confuse them but just in case.

I'm slightly embarrassed to admit that I find Grouplove's album the fucking tits. I haven't been this obsessed with such a radio friendly pop album since....I honestly can't remember.
Something sets Grouplove apart from the rest of them radio aimed boring indie-but-not-in-terms-of-production-in-terms-of-genre bands of the moment, ie. Foster The People, etc. (who I don't mind but fail to obsess over). I can't quite put my finger on it, but it could be that it reminds me of the 60's, a Richard Simmons dance party with a little peace love and the vision of my mom dancing in the kitchen to the pop songs of her time.

I think I'm a happier person when I have a pop-as-shit album on constant rotation. I tend to over-play these even more extremely than I regularly repeat an album that I love. And I replace my mom, dancing around my kitchen, even when I'm not at home I'm picturing myself just dancing away, in my kitchen. Always in the kitchen. Not sure why, perhaps because dancing makes you hungry!

You can STREAM THE ALBUM HERE for free.

In my opinion, the best fucking tracks include the single "Tongue Tied", "Chloe", "Lovely Cup", "Cruel And Beautiful World", and my all time favourite "Love Will Save Your Soul" (not a Jewel cover).

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The-I-Hate-Mondays-But-Love-Having-A-Working-Ipod-Finally PLAYLIST!











I had some Propagandhi, Kid Dynamite and Jon Snodgrass in there too but apparently YouTube is a huge cunt these days when it comes to putting out punk music. Suck my wang YouNube.

Hey Look Ma, I'm Writing Again!

Got some new music to talk about, quickly and poorly.

Language of Termites
I'm not quite sure how to describe this band other than 'sensual'. Female fronted, with the music taking a backseat to the vocals acting sort of like a cradle, rocking the pretty lyrics back and forth from ear to ear. It's not really pop, it's not really rock, and it's not really ambient, but it kind of incorporates all of those into one gorgeous sounding band that reminds me of dreaming. I can't decide if they make me happy or sad. My ears are happy. My heart is sad. And my brain just doesn't know which to follow. The deciding point is that they're really great, and that makes my brain decide to follow my ears.
Check them out on their facebook page where you can download their album for FREE!

Eli Whitney & The Sound Machine
Ska! Ska! Ska!
Who doesn't like ska!
Well, a shitload of unfun people that's who.
I, personally, LOVE it.
I have always loved it and will always love it.
I'm really impressed by Eli Whitney &etc. because they remind me of when I fell in love with ska punk. And more importantly, WHY.
They are really fucking good. Like Fat Wreck Chords good.
They have horns in all the right places. Yet, even if they lost the horns and decided to just be a straight up punk band they would still be good, with great vocals, great lyrics, great everything. I love when the gal vocals come in. They remind me a lot of my old favourite ska/punk band The Busdrivers.
Check them out on their facebook.

Die Pretty
I'm kind of an asshole for agreeing to do this review. I knew I wouldn't like this band too much. I think I posted something of theirs before but didn't actually review it because I was being nice. Or maybe I did and I've just changed my mind and dislike this new music of theirs. Either way, I'm not really a fan. It reminds me of every other female radio friendly non-threatening-but-trying-really-hard-to-be-threatening alt rock band dating back to Live On Release and Kitty, who combined basically sound like these guys. I don't know. It's not my thing. Although the beatz are OKay. I do think that personal opinion aside they will be liked by a lot of people, a lot of people who I don't like. Whatever. Check them out, but find them yourself. Werd zit titz.

I'm Sarah. I do what I want.

Corners at Lee's Palace

Let it be known that I am completely sober as I write this.
I was also completely sober at this show.
Whoa.
That's right. And I'm writing my review asap, because I want to, because I'm sober, and because the show has inspired me to.
The band was Corners and they played at Lee's Palace less than an hour ago.
I would describe them as a post-rock-rock-ambient-rock-rock band. Rock. on.
Fact: They reminded me of Radiohead, long ago.
Fact: I don't like Radiohead. But I like Corners. So does that mean Corners are better than Radiohead? (Correct answer: WHO ISN'T!)
Fact: There are 4 members. Therefore 4 CORNERS. Therefore, the band is square?
Fact: Square has never sounded so good.
Fact: Watching Corners perform is like ordering milk at Hooters. Whatever that means. (I don't really know, I just wanted to say that to be honest.)

Fact: This review has become far too factual.

I loved the singer of this band. He had a fantastic voice, and his stage presence was altogether enduring. Standing front and center with his keyboard(etc) and his mic, with his arms crossed in front of him most of the time, until he went for the keys, casually tossing the mic over one shoulder while he focused on playing.
What would never in a million years work for 99% of other frontmen, worked for him.
And both guitarist and bassist were mesmerizing to watch as they rocked back and forth.
There wasn't a whole lot of movement on stage but somehow it worked for them.
There was enough movement on the drums to make up for it.
It all worked. Everything.
I expected to be waiting for the show to end as soon as it started, I've been sick and was already out at another show before Lee's and almost didn't make it.
That was the last thing I wanted by the end of it.
So here I am, at 1:40am, still up, still feeling sick, and still listening to Corners.
Check them out here.





PHOTO CRED: Vanessa Markov



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It grew quicker and quicker, and louder and louder, every instant...

In my earlier post I vowed not to be a slave to the countless 'review this band' emails that are insistently beating against the floorboards of my subconscious, just sitting in my inbox unanswered... yet here I am some hours later about to discuss a band from the very next email I read after writing that post. HA. I guess that's a tell-tale sign of how great this band is.
They're called The Fight and the email caught my attention with comparisons to both The Constantines and Bruce Springsteen.
Sure enough I was blown away with the stoner-licious rock and roll creeping from speaker to ear as soon as I hit play on their bandcamp, snapping fingers with each step, tux'd out to the max.
If the word 'suave' could be used to describe a particular sub genre of 'rock n roll' this would be the band used as an example for the descriptor. Each track is perfectly seductive, removing metaphorical layers of clothing with each strum of the guitar, then finger banging the piss out of your ears once it's sufficiently bewitched you, around track #4.
At a whopping 12 track'r (which is growing more and more uncommon now that the EP has taken over) their album New Young Electric seems to end light-years too soon, demanding at least 3 listens in order to gain the satisfaction necessary for something so ear-ppealing. HEH.

I'm Sarah. I do what I want.

CAPS IN HATS. A GRANDIOSE START TO 2012.

CAPS ARE BACK, IN FACT, THEY'RE WEARING HATS, JUST KIDDING, THAT'S A RAP, NO IT AIN'T, WELCOME BACK, CAPS!

AHEM.
UNLIKE MY PREVIOUS END-OF-2011 SUPER BORING NO EFFORT POST THIS TIME I WILL USE CAPS AND ONLY CAPS, BECAUSE THEY'RE BACK, FROM VACATION.... SOME IN HATS... SOME LIKE CATS... STANDING ON MATS... LIKE I SAID, I'M USING CAPS! THEY'RE BACK!

ALONG WITH WHATEVER IS LEFT OF MY BRAIN, AND SOME SMALL WILL POWER TO WRITE ABOUT MUSSACK AGAINS.
LAST YEAR I GOT SUCKED IN TO THE PR WORLD OF HUNDREDS OF EMAILS A DAY AND CONSTANT BADGERING FOR REVIEWS AND ATTENTION TOWARDS TOO MANY TERRIBLE BANDS AND TO BE HONEST IT RUINED MY LUST FOR WRITING. THANKS A LOT JERKS.
OKAY, SO YOU'RE JUST DOING YOUR JOB, THE PROBLEM IS THAT THIS ISN'T MY JOB... IT'S SUPPOSED TO BE A FUN HOBBY, BUT I BECAME A YES MAN ON MY OWN ACCORD...AND IF JIM CARREY TAUGHT ME ANYTHING IT'S 1. TREAT ANIMALS WITH RESPECT 2. LYING IS BAD, AND 3. SAYING YES TO EVERYTHING FOR AN ENTIRE YEAR RESULTS IN HUMOUR BUT NOT NECESSARILY HAPPINESS.

SO NO MORE SARAH THE YES MAN, NOW IT'S BACK TO SARAH THE FUCK YOU MANNN, I DO WHAT I WANT.

WHAT I WANT RIGHT NOW IS TO TYPE ALL IN CAPS, WATCH POWER RANGERS, AND TO TELL Y'ALL ABOUT A BROAD WHO GOES BY TITIYO WHO IS APPARENTLY EAGLE-EYE CHERRY'S STEPSISTER.... WEIRD, BECAUSE I ALWAYS BELIEVED EAGLE-EYE CHERRY WAS A BAND NOT A PERSON? HUH. ANYWAY, SHE'S BEEN AROUND FOR YEARS, WON 4 GRAMMIS, AND IS APPARENTLY BACK WITH AN EP CALLED HIDDEN DESPITE THE EP BEING LISTED ON HER WIKI WITH A 2008 RELEASE DATE *CONFUZZLED*.
WELL, REGARDLESS OF WHEN IT CAME OUT I REALLY LIKE IT. SHE REMINDS ME OF A BLEND OF PORTISHEAD AND SOME FLORENCE & THE MACHINE FEEL... CREATING THE PERFECT SOULFUL ELECTRO-POP SMOOTHIE THAT YOUR EARS WILL DEVOUR AFTER ALL THIS HOLIDAY MUSIC THEY HAD TO ENDURE *COUGH*JUSTINBIEBERCHRISTMASALBUM*UNCOUGH*.


EAR-EAT-AWAYYYY!!!!


I'M SARAH, I DO WHAT I WANT FOR REALZ NOW, AGAIN.