Matthew Barber attempts to depress, depressing music ensues

Posted on July 12, 2008

I tried thinking of something to write where I could make fun of Toronto musician, Matthew Barber — and I couldn’t because I realized I was just too fucking depressed listening to this album to be able to crack any kind of wise. Well, it’s either that or I also once overheard some scientists down the hall saying something about this “fact” that after mixing some old lady’s prescriptions, cheap rave drugs, and Escobar’s Imports that you may feel severe detachment and depression the following day. So there’s that. I’m still betting on this guy though, since there’s no way they could possibly prove that.  When I replay this thing later whilst under a bottle of bourbon, and back on top of a Columbian Snowbank I may be able to make fun of this guy yet!

Easily Bruised & Our Voices, by Matthew Barber

Here’s to hoping,
Edward H.

The Wet Secrets have music, secrets that are likely wet

Posted on July 10, 2008

Not to be confused with European porn series Victoria’s Wet Secrets (available on DVD in PAL format), The Wet Secrets are a band (who, by the way they dress, are intent on making sure you know this) from… Edmonton. That’s the city in Alberta that isn’t Calgary. Still not coming to you? It’s in Canada, somewhere between the Atlantic and Pacific oceans, in what I like to call “fly-over country”. I got this quote / brief bio on them from some website:

It all started with a racy (staged) photograph snapped in dim light back in 2005, under the dankest of circumstances.  Half-hearted promises to form a band were soon forgotten due to epic alcohol consumption, but would rear back like an angry stallion months later when it became apparent that The Wet Secrets might not be a bad idea after all.  Formed out of contractual obligation (contracted while drunk most likely) The Secrets wrote and recorded the haphazardly magical ‘Whale of a Cow’ album in the seven days preceding the first gig.  Tubas, paint cans and trombones poke into the mix of campy, homo-centric fuzz rock.

Epic alcohol consumption? Homo-centric fuzz rock? Who writes that shit, and why aren’t they writing on here instead of me? I could be down at the pub right now guzzling back some golden throat charmers waiting in happy-hour lines, while avoiding late-night lines, doing lines, using lines, all whilst revealing my own Wet Secrets in a drunken stupor instead of telling you about some other maple-fried bacon band.

Hot Roller, by The Wet Secrets

Victoria’s Wet Secrets (NSFW), by Private©

Thursday = $3.00 beer at The Whip,
Edward H.

Elliott Brood, Bro

Posted on July 9, 2008

Elliott Brood is the kind of guy / band / is there even anyone named Elliott in this band? that makes me want to pick up a girl bottle, hit the bedroom beach, and barbecue some bikinis burgers. He is / they are Canadian, which is surprising — because he is / they are actually really good, and I was under the impression that maple syrup and Mike Myers were our only worthwhile exports. Let’s see what else I can cross off in this post…

Miss You Now, by Elliott Brood

Brood, bro,
Edward H.

Hey Rosetta! The band, not me yelling at the cleaning lady

Posted on July 7, 2008

Newfie band, Hey Rosetta! has recently released their first full length album, Into Your Lungs. If you were a fan of their Plan Your Escape EP, then you’ll definitely like this. Mostly because… it’s the same band. But also because it’s actually really good. Take a listen to the songs below, then maybe go buy their album from iTunes or Maple Music. Because lord knows I didn’t. Someone has to support these people so I can keep stealing and writing about their music.

Red Heart, or A Thousand Suns, by Hey Rosetta!

Hey, Hey Rosetta… I’ll get the next round,
Edward H.

Canada Day, Fuckin’ Eh!

Posted on June 27, 2008

It’s Canada Day Weekend, and starting today Canadians can be found puking and passing out all over the place. There’s also the good chance of many Canadian flags being tattooed on the upper arms of the faux hawk types across the nation! What better way to show your love for your country than by having a red leaf (or hockey team logo) permanently inked into your skin? Fuck yes.

Now then, back in the real world: I will leave you with a few songs here to tap your keg of Molson Canadian to. Or, with any luck — not Molson Canadian at all.

Saturday Night (Live), by Bay City Rollers
Everybody Wants To Rule The World, by Tears For Fears

Oh Canada,
Edward H.

P.S.

Dan Mangan could be depressed, has MySpace account

Posted on June 23, 2008

Dan Mangan, a Vancouver local is playing on Wednesday at The Media Club if he doesn’t let a city bus or a ten tonne truck kill him first (as broached in his Smith’s cover of There Is A Light). In the unlikely event of his demise, I’ll go see his show and hope that my $10 will be enough to keep him on track, moving forward!

So Much For Everyone and Journal of a Narcoleptic, by Dan Mangan

If you’re thinking about, you know, it… don’t you dare go without me, Dan!

This place is dead anyway,
Edward H.

With Love & Rum. Alcoholics: Anonymously.