Canadian Music Fest 2010: Day Three
featuring The Balconies, Ghostkeeper, Gypsophilia, Gemma Ray, Krupke and Boats
So basically I'm an idiot. Even though I read and reread the CMF schedule over several times, I was still convinced that The Balconies and Ghostkeeper were going to be hitting the Criminal Records instore on THURSDAY, which meant that I would be unable to see them, but very much able to catch Dan Mangan, Aidan Knight and Hollerado at that very same store on the FRIDAY, which had me very excited. I even saw on Chromewaves that he had listed Mangan for SATURDAY and I came very close to making a comment clarifying to him that FRIDAY was the actually night of the Mangan appearance. Thankfully I didn't do this because as I arrived at the store on FRIDAY to see Mangan, it became painfully obvious that Mangan would not be showing up because he was, in fact, slated to appear on SATURDAY, not FRIDAY, as my idiotic brain had been telling me all day. So seeing as The Balconies did not play the store on THURSDAY, this meant that I arrived to see them setting up to play on the day in which I arrived, which, if you've been following, was of course FRIDAY. Yah, so basically, idiot = me.
Myspace: The Balconies
Download: Lulu mp3
Photos: My pictures of The Balconies @ Criminal Records are on flickr.
Up next was a Calgary band whom I had honestly never even heard of, who go by the name Ghostkeeper. Although I personally would not go out of my way to attend a show by a band with such a name, once again, I was already there, so I figured that I might as well see what these guys are all about. Admittedly, there was a bit of an adjustment period after the relatively straightforward approach of the band that preceded them, as there was no instantly discernible hooks or melodies poking through the seemingly irrational compositions. But little by little they were starting to win me over. Lead vocalist Shane Ghostkeeper's voice has a bit of a laziness to it, that is at first a tad off-putting as I wished that he would open his mouth just a little bit more so that I could understand SOMETHING that he was saying. But after a while his laid back intone actually started to have more of a calming effect on me, which allowed me to focus more clearly on the music itself, which was actually a showcase of some old Southern blues and folk that presented itself as sort of a lo-fi Robert Johnson, of sorts. By the end of their set, I found that I was enjoying it quite a bit and I think that if they return to Toronto soon, I might be tempted to hear how they would sound at a place like The Horseshoe or Dakota Tavern.
Myspace: Ghostkeeper
Download: By Morning mp3
Photos: My pictures of Ghostkeeper @ Criminal Records are on flickr
Following the instore sets, I had an hour to kill before heading to Rancho Relaxo, so I thought that I'd walk up Spadina and grab some health food at the local Burger King. The wind and rain was pretty much an established fact at this point, and I think that I can say without exaggeration that that northward walk to my destination may be the worst thing that I've ever had to do. Still, it was nothing a crappy poutine and a Whopper couldn't fix, and after fueling up I was ready to take on the rest of the night. What came next was only the pleasantest of surprises.
I had eluded to earlier that I wanted to use this festival as an opportunity to expand an horizon or two by trying out some acts that I wouldn't under normal circumstances. I think that going to see an instrumental jazz band that drapes itself in sounds combining elements of European gypsy music, funk and fusion with a touch of Django Reinhardt guitar and a splash of Dixieland fun thrown in, would certainly fall into that category. Upon seeing Halifax's Gypsophilia, their impressive set actually had me twitting (tweeting? tweetering?) that they were the best band of the festival so far, and I meant it! As much as I talk about the rock, indie, prog and folksy vibes that the city has to offer, it's hard to beat live jazz, and this seven piece band cranked it out with great ferocity. There were plenty of fast, upbeat numbers, but they also incorporated some slower tunes (such as a song dedicated to lead guitarist Ross Burns' Opa Ross), and even some sillier numbers (like a song called Jewish Dance Party that included some hilarious old man 'la, la, la's'). The set closer was another nice surprise as it was a song with an almost progressive fusion sound, not unlike something you would hear performed by Weather Report in the late 70's. It was the type of show where you didn't applaud for songs as much as you applauded the moments, whether it was an impressive run on the violin by Gina Burgess, a sweetly spastic blast on the trumpet by Matt Myer, or an impressive solo on the keys by Sageev Oore. It was the first show of the festival whereupon its completion, I was actually still a-hankerin' for some more, which says a lot for a band without any vocals. Even if you wouldn't necessarily listen to this type of thing at home, Gypsophilia's live show comes highly recommended.
Myspace: Gypsophilia
Download: Melostinato (Live @ CBC Radio's Studio H) mp3
Photos: My shots of Gypsophilia @ Rancho Relaxo are on flickr
Next, I walked over to Silver Dollar to see and hear the velvety croon of Britain's Gemma Ray. I actually wanted to see her for awhile, since her vocals have the ability to pierce right through me as her albums boast a classic sound that is reminiscent of something that the wall of sound would've liked to get its hands on in the mid 60's. She's unique in her ability to craft a song that sounds delicate and sparse, yet larger than life at the same time. Unfortunately, it appeared that poor Gemma was battling a pretty intense cold, and she warned us that she really didn't know how much she was going to be able to do on this particular evening. (UPDATE: Turns out that the 'cold' was actually laryngitis, and she had to cancel her other CMF showcase.) Still, after thanking Air India for giving her a 'man' voice, she went on to play four blusier numbers that sounded magnificent, at least to my ears. Not to make light of her ailment, but the cold just made her sound all the more intoxicatingly sultry, which perfectly fit the vibe of the material that she was showcasing that night. In line with the fact that she's about to release a covers album entitled It's A Shame About Gemma Ray, she played covers of Etta James and Alex Harvey that sounded downright haunting as she even played the guitar on the second number using a massive kitchen knife, which probably would have freaked out anyone who happened to pop in without first gaining context, but for whatever reason, managed to put a smile on my face. She ended the night with a cover of Mudhoney's appropriately titled Touch Me I'm Sick, which in this incarnation bared very little resemblance to the original. She made the song downright spooky as she looped it and looped it in several vocal and guitar effects, culminating in a wash of feedback that incorporated chairs and stools toppling over, and microphones falling down until she left the stage to the sound of her husky vocals chanting "Touch me, I'm sick" over and over again through the monitors. Backwards. It was awesome.
Myspace: Gemma Ray
Photos: My pictures of Gemma Ray @ Silver Dollar are on flickr.
Next on the agenda was to pop over to the El Mo to try and catch Parlovr's set. Unfortunately they were opening for Handsome Furs, and at this point they were only letting in ticket holders. In other words: access denied! I foolishly didn't come with a backup plan, so I grabbed an issue of NOW, and quickly scanned to see what was going on in the general vicinity. The only venue boasting a band that I had never seen before was Bread & Circus, so I ran over there to check out a Montreal dance act called Les Handclaps. A couple of songs in and they really weren't doing it for me, so I just decided to go back to the Rancho and see Krupke, a band I love whom I had already seen earlier this year, and I knew would not disappoint. (Upon speaking to Joe from Mechanical Forest Sound on Saturday night. he made a pretty strong case for Les Handclaps, assuring me that they were actually great fun and I should probably give them a second chance. So, maybe next time then.)
There's not much that I can say about Krupke that I haven't said a few times this year already. I love 'em, but what I personally find amazing is that everybody else seems to love them too. They're very weird, but I've always liked weird, so this explains my enthusiasm. Generally speaking though, most people don't get weird, which is the very essence of weird, and is what makes weird weird. In theory, when a band like Krupke hits the stage, the result should be confusion, restlessness, and perhaps even a smattering of absolute hostility. But that doesn't happen. On the contrary, there's dancing, laughter, great enthusiasm and more dancing. Krupke has emerged from a bizarro world where weird is normal, and they've successfully managed to transform the worlds in which they perform to their same unique mindset. I don't know how they do it, but kudos to them.
Myspace: Krupke
Photos: My pictures of Krupke @ Rancho Relaxo are on flickr.
I ended my evening with Boats who are a band from Winnipeg who receive enormous amounts of praise everywhere they go. It's hard to deny their appeal, as strong songwriting and infectious melodies are what they do best, and it's pretty much impossible not to succumb to their perfect pop hooks. As expected, their live show took those strengths and celebrated them by performing a set of (mostly) new material that will be included on their upcoming album entitled Cannonballs Cannonballs, which will be released on May 1st. I've heard the band plenty of times, but prior to the show I still had yet to see them. When they started playing, I have to admit that the visual didn't fit the mental visual that was implanted in my mind, and it was a little bit jarring. Mat Klachefsky has an unusually high voice, and hearing that voice emanate from the mouth of this tall and daunting man with a massive scraggly beard took quite awhile for me to compute. I'm not usually that superficial, but it was hard for me to ignore at first. Still, it didn't change the fact that this band really is about as good as it gets in terms of musical prowess, and I really dug what they were doing up there. A popular quote describing the band is that they're like "Arcade Fire without the drama." While I understand the comparison, I personally found the band to be very dramatic onstage, shifting from the mellow to the hyper several times throughout, with Klachefsky's delivery being about as intense as it gets. The banter of course was quite subdued ("Here's a song called Chrome Eyelids. It's about chrome eyelids.") and I suppose that there wasn't a lot of drama in that, but musically I think that it's the dramatic flair that makes them so good.
Myspace: Boats
Download: TV Scientist mp3
Photos: My pictures of Boats @ Rancho Relaxo are on flickr
By the end of their set, I was pretty tired and I also knew that I had to get up early the next morning, so I called it a night. Another satisfying one indeed. (With the exception of the stupid rain.)
Labels: boats, canadian music fest, gemma ray, ghostkeeper, gypsophilia, krupke, the balconies










