White Lung are always a popular draw here in O-town. I saw them a few times at Babylon back in 2011 and 2012, and it actually seems a bit weird that it's been over two years since their last trip to town. They have a new record out, Deep Fantasy, and are running around North America with the folks from Pop. 1280. Also on hand were Pregnancy Scares and Bonnie Doon, who also have new releases to share.
Bonnie Doon went nautical for this gig with sailor's stripes, beards and tattoos. Also, a stuffed shark. Here's Sara and a coffee-bearded Madison.
More Sara!
Leslie rocks the Flipper tattoo.
Sara's arm-whale!
Madison sings!
Keltie hits !
Tambourine action!
Leslie sings!
On to Pregnancy Scares, frequent openers for White Lung. Pierre works the crowd! Not working - the microphone.
That's better!
As you can see, Davey is in his official show shirt.
Extra Craig!
Jumping about!
Hair-shaking action!
David hits!
Gripping action!
Extra Davey!
There's just not enough to swing from at the House of Targ.
Pop. 1280 followed with a set of synthetic pulse and Cop Shoot Cop-styled holler. I picked up their first album largely because they were on Sacred Bones (along with Zola Jesus, Amen Dunes and others) and was mightily impressed. The Jim Thompson reference didn't hurt either. Instead of bass guitar, Allegra Sauvage applies some low-end throb; Andy Chugg mans the traps.
Shirtless action with Chris Bug!
Ivan Lip is just behind him.
Populous action!
Andy hits!
Ivan frets!
Bonus Bug!
More Lip!
And so on!
Gripping action!
Feedback action!
Savage Sauvage action!
On to White Lung, who ripped through another killer set for an increasingly sweaty crowd. Since their last show here they've lost bassist Grady; Hether Fortune of Wax Idols now handles the low end.
Mish sings!
The whole lot!
Ann-Marie hits!
Singalong action!
Kenneth frets!
Mish works the crowd!
And so on!
Sweaty action!
The end!
Unfortunately I was too slow to grab a Bonnie Doon tape.
Sunday, June 29, 2014
Saturday, June 28, 2014
Nuclear age
The real challenge Friday night was figuring out which show to go to. The city's Texas quotient was certainly upped, with Radioactivity plus Bad Sports at Gabba Hey. Then there was final shows from 90 Punds of Ugly, Anciients and more at Mavericks, Patrick Shanks' new night at the Celtic Cross on Somerset. In the end I headed off to Gabba Hey. Marked Men is one of my favourite bands (I'm still kicking myself for missing them at Ottawa Explosion - c'est la vie), and Radioactivity is fronted by Jeff Burke, so I had to check that out.
The Steve Adamyk Band is just back from touring Japan in May (and of course hitting up the Explosion), and have a new record out on Canada Day. And here they are, down to a trio of David, Steve and Davey.
Steve sings!
David hits!
Shouty Steve!
Shouty Davey!
Well-fanned action!
Extra shouting!
Bendy Davey!
On to Bad Sports; I caught them twice at the Ottawa Explosion in 2011 and found them quite mod-punkish. Drummer Greg and bassist Daniel were also doing double duty in Radioactivity.
Singalong action!
Orville sings!
More TV Daniel!
Extra Greg!
Extra Orville!
The crowd goes wild!
On to Radioactivity; they've got alot of that Marked Men sound, particularly abetted by Jeff Burke's distinctive vocals.
Greg likes Motorhead.
Jeff sings, fellow Marked Man Mark looks on!
The sporty half of Radioactivity!
Danelectro action!
More Mark!
Radioactive action!
Steve Adamyk gets carried away.
The end!
A super-fine evening.
The Steve Adamyk Band is just back from touring Japan in May (and of course hitting up the Explosion), and have a new record out on Canada Day. And here they are, down to a trio of David, Steve and Davey.
Steve sings!
David hits!
Shouty Steve!
Shouty Davey!
Well-fanned action!
Extra shouting!
Bendy Davey!
On to Bad Sports; I caught them twice at the Ottawa Explosion in 2011 and found them quite mod-punkish. Drummer Greg and bassist Daniel were also doing double duty in Radioactivity.
Singalong action!
Orville sings!
More TV Daniel!
Extra Greg!
Extra Orville!
The crowd goes wild!
On to Radioactivity; they've got alot of that Marked Men sound, particularly abetted by Jeff Burke's distinctive vocals.
Greg likes Motorhead.
Jeff sings, fellow Marked Man Mark looks on!
The sporty half of Radioactivity!
Danelectro action!
More Mark!
Radioactive action!
Steve Adamyk gets carried away.
The end!
A super-fine evening.
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