Adult Fun.

that same fucking photo...

The new album from Destroyer (Rubies) should be a welcome return after his experiments in high European modernism in Your Blues (midi as a Brechtian distancing technique?). From the two preliminary tracks I've heard and indications from others, the album's stylistically compatible with Streethawk and This Night. I'm thrilled to be hearing some new stuff, but I wouldn't be disappointed if Bejar had continued on the path set by that previous album - the sleazy, King's Quest on Commodore 64-style production won me over about 30 minutes after I decided I detested it - but this is certainly more than sufficient for me, and if this keeps him away from The New Pornographers, great!

Other preliminary indications - this is a reprise of previous Destroyer line-ups, there will be 10 tracks on the album, and it'll be out in February.

Destroyer - European Oils.mp3

Here's a breezy song, with some minor-league Mark Knopfler-esque guitar flourishes and Bejar's wonderful caterwailing. Despite the denseness (those overdubs!), the song doesn't come off as weighted, and the insistent rhythm finds itself galloping right into the note-perfect outro, a gorgeous rollicking bit, complete with what my ears discern to be a saxophone. Note the amazing moment as song builds to a crescendo, the dirty guitar lead overdriven, Bejar brings his voice down and... "The fucking maniac!"

There's a great moment in an interview with Harry Nilsson, done sometime just before the release of the Popeye film with a Scottish interview who's name has escaped me (Andy Clyde, perhaps?), where the interviewer makes an observation that Nilsson plays with the lyrical clichés of show business and the music industry, quoting it back at itself... Which, one gathers, is what Bejar does, and thankfully with the same lack of self-consciousness that makes Nilsson so delightful. Another memorable aspect of the interview: you can hear Nilsson screwing off the top of a bottle of brandy (I presume?) and pouring himself healthy glasses every couple of minutes. It's an interview where Nilsson reveals himself to be both intelligent and earnest about a variety of things. It's on SLSK, I'd recommend downloading it if you have any interest in the man who once wrote a chart-topping hit for The Monkees about a gang-bang.


I'VE BEEN FILEPILED! At least gimme an account...

A Series of Visions...

A number of high-profile Manhattan invaders in town tonight...

Suhrid, the Dagger from Dehli, will be DJing with at the Tara De Long show at Casa Del Popolo. Lynne from Lesbians On Ecstasy on the decks, too.

Nick Catchdubs will be in the guest slot at Ghislain's BOUNCE LE GROS tonight, at Zoobizarre, located in the Gazette's newest boho-hood (see that story this week?)...

And beyond that, local soon-to-bes Code Pie will be hitting up the biologique-lly sanitized confines of Toc Toc tonight, with Andrew Rose-approved Halifagonians The Museum Pieces, UBIsofters Heroes & Villains, and The Visit.

The New Metropolis! Orion! Chik-chika-chika-pow-chika-BAM!

Call me Poupee - Rumbamaniac (demo).mp3

Call Me Poupee are a Montreal-based three piece (they've just added a drummer), comprised of former members of Secrétaires Volantes and The Slips.

Minimalist, garage-y synth rumba, as if Alan Vega's solo albums had been worthwhile listening, and. Tambourine-shaking, yéyé electro: the logical follower to the short-lived shaffel releases of earlier this year? This is a demo, looking forward to a February release for their full-length, produced by, and this is a little left-field, DJ Ram, AKA Ramachandra Borcar.

SLUM-watchers and keeners on the Montreal electro scene's leading lights (Dandi Wind, Duchess Says, Echo Kitty et al.) would do well to keep their eye on Call Me Poupee in the next 6 months, as the seemingly untappable well keeps churning out that next-level shit, especially from the Franco side of this city...

Wednesday, November 30
Longueuil, QC @ Collège Édouard-Montpetit

L E S P R O T O T Y P E S

Moustached bandit and bonsoundee Pierre Gourde just sent an e-mail announcing the upcoming lo-fi electro-punx invasion, as French trio Les Prototypes (a Channels 3+4 sibling band?)and cross the Atlantic for a couple of quick dates in la belle province, including a December 1st live-set on CISM (89.3 on yr FM dial, 5 pm), promoting their new album Mutants Médiatiques...

December 3rd, at Zoobizarre (6388 St. Hubert)
$6 avec DJ Cherry Cola

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There are a couple of items on the social calender tonight - Resfest kicks off with a little talk and cocktail thing with visual Sven Gali Michel Gondry, down at Ex-Centris (y'know, in the LSL, for all of you Mile-Enders), followed by some short films and opening night party with Scott C on the decks (huzzah!)... As well, somebody, and maybe it'll be me, should go check out a new night in the Parc La Fontaine region, as Popscene gets off to a start - 951 Rachel E. (Is that the old Mhotel?)... As usual, Sons of Warsaw are up at Zoobizarre after the bands (Dirty Tricks tonight?), with special fucking guest, Suhrid, NYC's finest MBA student! I dunno, I've been holed up, bleeding from my eyes and reading and sleeping for too much lately, and the cold snap always introduces some sort of nasty stupidity in my veins, so I assume I'll be running between all 3 of these nights...

Tuesday's Scattershots...

Ghislian Poirier doesn't sleep - he stays up all night in a studio, eating Vietnamese take-out and painfully splicing together seemingly disparate Bali beats and melodies from obscure nooks and crannies into headphone-ready mixes, like the most recent one. Head to www.ghislainpoirier.com, go to the audio section and download his Masala Mix.

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I'll be accompanying Islands as they re-trace an inverted route of Shermann's March (through the North this time), ending with a 7th of December burning of Boston. Dates below.

December 1st Toronto, Drake Hotel
December 2nd Chicago, Beat Kitchen
December 3rd Dayton, Ohio, Elbo's
December 4th Oberlin, Ohio, Oberlin College
December 5th Philadelphia, First Unitarian Church
December 6th New York, Knitting Factory
December 7th Boston, YWCA

Everyone's especially looking forward to that date in Oberlin, the Paris of the Midwest...

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There's a new Hot Chip track available at headphone sex, paired with a Clor mp3. (I remember hearing some noise about them on some blogs, but the singer's vocals turned me off, and though Scott had been pushing for them to play Pop Montreal this year, they weren't able to make it out) Sounds great...

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Ash Ra Tempel - Darknesss: Flowers Must Die.mp3

A twelve minute long free-jam/rumination on the changing of the seasons and the claustrophobia experienced by the human psyche (post-industrial) by kraut-kosmische frau-rockers. Darkness descends slowly, you know, with bongos and the droning moan and mumbling one would expect from an associate of Damo Suzuki, and then in a moment straight out of the Aphrodite's Child playbook (without that kitschy scene of melodrama), the listener is uhh, swept up in some frosty kossack ride across the bleak and frozen tundra. Horses' hooves! Unsheathed swords! Squealing saxophones! Phased guitar lines! I think the vocalist says something to the effect of "I want you to dig me a scone."

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I ended up heading home early, reading Variety (did you know they call Presidents "prixers?"), watching a bit of The Mulroney Tapes on CBC and finding myself sympathizing with the old Irish bastard, believing that perhaps, just perhaps, if he hadn't been sold out by Wells, the Meech Lake Accord would have passed and we wouldn't have ended up in the decade to decade cycle of recurring sovereignity referendums that we look to be in right now. Now, though I think of myself as somewhat politically savvy, I know very little, if anything at all, about the Meech Lake Accord, and my only memories of Mulroney were that he was a reprehensible and smug bastard loathed by both my exceedingly conservative grandfather and the left alike, that he introduced the much-detested GST and NAFTA, so I'll chalk up my reaction to his charisma and his rich baritone. Anyway, I fell asleep halfway through the program, so I'll never know if history vindicated him...

Concept Albums, Wizard-Capes and Synthesizers.

The Besnard Lakes, psych-heavy overlords and Hawkwind fans till the end (Olga and Jace's collection of rare Pink Fairies bootlegs is spoken of in hush and reverent terms by a more than a few aging British men) have things afoot, covert plans underway, machinations set in motion, and what not. Namely, an expansive and well-crafted sophomore album The Dark Horse that stretches out, laying texture upon texture, a studio gem recorded by the group at their own breakglass studios (also where albums by Islands and Land of Talk were recently recorded), and awaiting release by one of a number of hungry labels who've shown interest in mid-wifing it.

Are there things afoot in Canada, beyond the Wolf explosions and Pony corralling? Something that leans to the more skewed side of prog and psych re-interpretations, broader in scope than the Paisley Underground of the mid-80s? The Black Mountain Army have a corps comprised of intergalactic traveller Sinoia Caves (solo project of one rock archivist named Jeremy, formerly of Orphan and Pipedream, his album out on Global Symphonic), godhead Black Mountain, and masturbatory (literally) solo project Pink Mountaintops, and are often joined on their voyages to the astral plane by Ladyhawk, while in Toronto, The Diableros might not have mastered a sense of historically-indebted graphic design (no melting walls, blotter acid graphics, Dali-esque landscapes or skewed Victorian lithographs to be found here, sadly), but have managed to invoke the musical spirit of a time when men tied scarves 'round their necks and sang of adventurous spices. (A number of years after that was popularized by pirates, of course.) And Dan Snaith, aka Caribou's road to Damascus-like conversion from glitchy laptop egghead to seeker of transcendent soundscapes, accepting seagull sounds as a convention to relish, not run from? What of that?

I could be forcing the point here, of course - trying to seek out a common ground between disparate groups, packing them all together on the basis of a shared nationality and awareness of S.F. Sorrow, committing the same crime as that of the recurring rock crit fantasy, the much-ballyhooed shoegazer resurrection, which, like an ethereal Godot, seems always so close, practically there, but never materializes. Bah, either way, an appropriately measured dose of come-down psych has been uploaded for you to get a kick out of, and as my roommate whistles the melody every fucking morning, I swear you'll love it.

The Besnard Lakes - Disaster.mp3



Additional Notes

Some of those previously mentioned British men might be behind the Static Caravan label, which has a two-song 10" now available for pre-order. And you can always order a copy of their first album Volume 1 from the group directly.

Jace & Olga also host a weekly DJ night at Korova, which, I kid you not, has beared witness to a playing of the entire third side of Yes' Tales From Topographic Oceans to a half-packed bar. If you're aching for prog-rock punishment, head to 3908 St. Laurent anytime after 10pm.

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Brian Eno - St. Elmo's Fire.mp3

I don't know if it's because I'm incapable of making some grand leap over to a new vista of aesthetics and discovery that I have found little that strikes me from Brian Eno's recent work as I have in the past. And while he seems a more interesting and fully developed human being, at least from interviews I've read or heard, his music seems lacking. Spinning Away, one of the better songs I've heard from his later releases (in this case, Wrong Way Up, a 1990 album with John Cale), was unfortunately covered by kitsch-hockers Sugar Ray, for the soundtrack to the nauseating film The Beach, so that's all ruined for me, and his most recent album Another Day On earth suffered from some sort of datedness - it sounded like he recorded the album in a technical college in Brighton in 1991 with a bunch of nerds from the Communications program, one of whom had an affinity for trip-hop, despite proclamations that this would be a "return to form." At least we have Another Green World, the album from which the above song is from: a record a lot older than I am and one that still sounds fresh enough to keep one hoping for something on par with every release.

Bold Saber, live.

Accomplished comic artist, earnest defender of the nostalgic faith, and Royal Art Lodger Drue Langlois fronts Bold Saber. They'll be performing in their all-Winnipeg formation tomorrow night at the VAV Gallery, located in that hub of Anglo intrusion, the Visual Arts building of Concordia University. The only local group who can convincingly call to mind The Ronettes and Roxy Music, while singing of car crashes, synchronized swimming, and the hallucinatory Aztec visions of third-year Mcgill history students.


Xplosions Of The Fantastic Vernissage
Tuesday, November 22nd
gratuit! - 7pm - 11pm
w/ Blunderspublik and Hexes & Ohs
1395 Rene Levesque

Grab-Bag.

Not the same Soul Searchers...

Arguably the best song you'll hear all week, unless you're some sort of go-go archivist, in which case, please contact me and tell me how the hell I can get my hands on some of the more elusive go-go shit.

Chuck Brown & The Soul Searchers - Blow Your Whistle.mp3

AIDS Wolf

AIDS Wolf, massive fans of Merchant Ivory films, pay homage to 1973's The Savages.

I ran into Beaver in front of McGill a couple of days ago, his bag full of loot from the burning house of CD Esoterik, returning home to put the finishing touches on his album. He had an advance copy of the new AIDS Wolf record - the packaging looked amazing, and yep, one of those infamous nude photos (taken by local aperture master Yannick Grandmont) is smack dab in the middle of the four-part fold-out liner notes. Pre-order the album from Love Pump United here.

AIDS Wolf - Multiply.mp3

The quartet is playing this Friday, part of a benefit for label-mates DBMQ, who were recently in a tragic car accident. Lend your support and cash, there are details here.

@ Zoobizarre, 6388 St. Hubert. 21h, $10. w/ Duchess Says, Dead Messenger, and Ex-Girlfriend.

Bring your tracksuit and gold chains...

Local hip-hop impressario producer Ghislain Poirier is set to expand his sphere of influnce internationally in the next little while, beyond the influential critics (Wire magazine, f'Christ's sake) and heads that tout his dirty, mammoth production style and musicians that collaborate with him or demand his remixing services (Les Georges Leningrad!), as he tours with pint-sized puntess Lady Sovereign and infiltrates the fickle, fickle minds of the modern day hip-hop consumer. (The two will be back in Montreal on December 2nd for a performance at La Tulipe.)

Ghislain Poirier - Cold as Hell, feat. Beans.mp3

Beans is basically the southern poster boy for cross-border cultural exchanges - touring with the Unicorns, collaborating with Holy Fuck, and this heavy, abstract cut, available on 12" through Chocolate Industries

Lady Sovereign - Fiddle With The Volume (Ghislain Poirier remix).mp3

Ghislain remixed this for the new Lady Sov album, adding some nice echoed synth-stabs, flushing out the original.

BOUNCE LE GROS V.4 Saturday, November 26th

And locally, Ghislain is still cramming his crates of beats into the above-ground wine-cellar that is Zoobizarre. Not this Saturday but the next (that's the 26th) he's got Fader writer and blogger Nick Catchdubs up from NYC, along with a surprise guest, for another night of BOUNCE LE GROS, which presents dancehall to ragga to electro-worshipping hip-hop to every barely tapped resource of new and innovative stuff in between. Bring your tracksuit and gold chains.
at Zoobizarre, 6388 St. Hubert (corner of St. Hubert and Beaubien)
22h, $5

Check the master's website for more specifics on his tours and releases, and more downloads.

Celebration & Get Hustle

photo by Mindy Tucker!

I've heard it said before that Baltimore is where white people who live in Washington, DC actually live. It very well could be, I've never been there. and unfortunately I've never seen recent 4ad signees Celebration reside in that city. They played last week in Montreal with Brooklyn's Calla, but for some reason, I ended up watching Guelph's favourite prairie rockers, The Constantines, who conjured up images of endless, drab and beige landscapes.

Outside of the physical confines of Baltimore, Celebration spend some time in a murky underworld of N. American music, which shares stylistic similarities with the world of goth music, though tactfully avoiding the kitsch and cliché that weighs down the buckle-booted and leather-strapped. (It seems like a nice even split - they have their Fields of the Nephilim, and on the other side, another strand of developement: Slaves/Pleasure Forever and associated groups (VSS, the dubby Subpoena The Past, Lion Fever, let's even say Angelhair), and occasionally the two meet and talk about Bauhaus...)

The group have been around over a number of years, existing as Lovelife and Birdland, before settling upon a three piece line-up, sticking with a moniker, and finally getting some recognition. Keen observers might notice that Celebration and The Get Hustle share more than aesthetic similarities - singers Katrina and Valentine have the same husky and hounded voice found in post-punk foremothers such as Ari Up or Siouxsie Sioux. Incidentally, The Get Hustle released an album a couple of days ago on 31g.

Celebration-War.mp3
The Get Hustle - Pharoah's Horses
ADDENDA Portland, Oregon's G. Candy fit quite nicely, too... A newer track.
Glass Candy & the Shattered Theatre - Iko.mp3

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It's a good week for getting in touch with your spirit animal.

Tuesday at Le Divan Orange, 4234 St-Laurent
Emboldened psychotropic voyageurs The Besnard Lakes will be presenting another chapter in their intergalactic space opera tomorrow night at Le Divan Orange, along with fellow travellers The Kickers and Bionic. Cover is pay what you can...

Wednesday at Friendship Cove, 215 Murray St
The Unireverse, beloved Damo Suzuki collabos, hot off of this weekend's scintillating GROOVE WAGON (eeeerk) with Islands' Jammie Thompson will be opening up a night of primordial klink, scrape and pummel with Dreamcatcher and The Shalabi Effect.

Friday at The Main Hall, 5390 St. Laurent
I always avoided listening to Holy Fuck, not being much of a fan of The Remains of Brian Borcherdt, but this is one of the best things that I've heard from Toronto for a long time, or so it seemed, halfway through Pop Montreal, when I caught the tail end of their set. Tape-loops, rhythm-oriented noise. The Unireverse and Land of Talk, fronted by Outremont's favourite peeping tom, Elizabeth Powell, open.

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As December hits, all of NY will no doubt be talking about the scheduled week-long Montreal invasion, beginning with Telefauna's stateside debut at Pianos with fellow city-dwellers The Hot Springs on the 1st, and ending with Islands' Knitting Factory show on the 6th. There's two warm-ups as Montrealer Ghislain Poirier opens for British hip-hop princess Lady Sovereign, who will, hopefully, stay away from McDonalds' prior to the performance, and We Are Wolves are performing at the Mercury Lounge on November 26th with honourary Montrealers Mixel Pixel.

EUROPHILIC

The last couple of weeks I've been salivating over Modeselektor, Gernot Bronsert and Sebastian Szarya, two German heads that have me salivating for more of their sliced electro-hip-hop dub-studio wizardry. If there's a holy trinity of EU hip-hop for me, it's comprised of The Father, Roots Manuva; The Son, TTC; and The Holy Ghost, Modeselektor. Over the next couple days, I've have some Modeselektor, along with some Swayzak, Bpitch Control, the final MEG wrap-up stuff (Ashley Dynamo Wong has a great bit with an Adult. interview on the Pop Montreal webzine that everyone should check), and that four-band-fuck-fest post (Paper Cranes et al.), too. Also, some news concerning a new monthly best-guest night that'll be navigating the city and hitting up random new spots. Gentrification Now! 'Ight, enjoy yr weekend, maybe I'll see you all at Zoobizarre for Indian Jewelry and pals. Below, some Jeans Team for you...

Jeans Team - Oh Bauer.mp3

MEG Thursday

FAKE DJing

The MEG Festival was a blur that, following my personal tradition, began with too much boozing, too many late nights, topped off with crippling sickness that saw me bed-stricken for three days straight, sweating, coughing and bemoaning the inherent genetic stupidity that drives me to self-abuse. Cursing my ancestors, too.
THURSDAY
On Thursday I managed to catch Detroit's GENDERS: they hit up that pre-pre-pre 808 Suicide vs. YMGiants scouring the dub forest sound, akin to what Seattle's CHROMATICS get up to, when they're not busy re-arranging their line-up. Alex Auche, beloved co-programmer of the festival (along with Alex Lemieux) and Zoobizarre head (along with Alex Lemieux) managed to bring in his friends SISTER IODINE from France, and they were easily one of the highlights in a festival where it was hard to pick favourites. A caucophonous run-through of noise n' textured soundscapes served well by the unique acoustics of the SAT room. Lionel Fernandez of the group is involved with the büro organization in Paris, who seem a wonderful compliment to the work and aesthetics of the two Alexes (Alex'?) here in Montreal.

DER PLAN raised the bar with a set of uber-theatrical Tiki-soaked kraut kitsch that was equally parts baffling and delightful, if such a word can be used to describe something slightly sinister and of a more serious intent than I'm able to articulate. Patrick Vezina, now in Berlin, had been hyping up the group prior to his departure, and either it fell on some understanding ears, or the French kids in this city are fourty times hipper than the Anglo outsiders who invade their neighbourhoods and jack their rent up.

I was forcing myself to have a good time during ADULT, which isn't a good sign. I didn't have that high of expectations, and once I put it into my head that this group was, like a lot of electronic music (though not necessarily electro), more about texture than songwriting, it sat easier with me. Exhaustion forced me away from the venue prior to OPTIMO's set, which I had earmarked as one of the highlights for the festival, unfortunately. I also missed the DUCHESS SAYS and CALL ME POUPEE afternoon double-bill, an aggravating little oversight on my part - I'd been eager to see CALL ME POUPEE in their new incarnation as a three piece.

...More wrap-up stuff tomorrow.

SUNRISE! BLACK!

THE WAGES OF SIN?

There's a five song demo of some rough and new Besnard Lakes material that's been hanging about the office recently, and the first track is an all-out swish that merges the best of The Beach Boys with Spiritualized. Until I get some permission to put some of that up here, you'll just have to imagine how truly astonishing it sounds. But don't worry, I'll ask soon.

The Nightlife continue their quest for market saturation/national domination with the launch of their new website... First 2500 free subscribers to their news service get a compilation CDs with songs that, quelle surprise, 1) don't stink and 2) aren't shitty club house. The magazine's certainly changed directions, and while they're still hosting DJ Tiesto launch parties at Time Supper Club (that's basically the definition of cruel and unusual punishment in my own personal Geneva Agreement), at least they're employing some solid and knowledgeable writers like Jonathan Cummins and Sarah Levesque, and covering relevant shit. Maybe this whole trend of marketing companies running magazines isn't such a bad thing? Cutting to the chase? Well, no, it's not the smartest or even smarmiest of the pack, and Ukula is more of a curse than a blessing... That said, Torontonian punters might find 25 err, quid out of their pub n' chips budget to participate in the Anglophilic explosion that is the UKULA Bright Lights Festival this very weekend. PG Wodehouse fans ISLANDS will be performing.

SPOON

Nick D., Dante and myself went to Club Soda last night, to check out Spoon and I ended up guzzling a bit too much of the random club soda and vodka concoction that Nick had mixed up in a water bottle, and while I'm no stranger to hangovers (unfortunately, sadly, pathetically), this particular mid-week one is both embarassing and a doozy. But despite sizing up alleyways on my wobbly way home, I was still with-it enough to remember that Spoon put on a pretty swell performance, running through some old standbys, and (in my mind) not receiving appropriate enough crowd response for Jonathan Fisk, which is about 8 times the song that I Turn My Camera On is. And hey, did any of you know that there's this random and great little bar on the east side of de Bleury, just above Rue President Kennedy?

They may have not made POP Montreal this year, but I still stand by my conviction that the opening track on the The Golden Dogs is as infectious as whatever topical nightmare disease might be scaring children this week, and they're playing tomorrow night at the Main Hall as part of Joey's well-crafted Decade Danse event. I'm not much of a burlesque fan, but flesh packs the youngsters in, and the last event's vaudeville routine was an inspired choice.
...Creature, The Golden Dogs, Echo Kitty, DJ Mlle Bacon

at the Main Hall, 5390 St. Laurent
9pm, $10

Floated Ideas By Apollo...

Ghost Exits - She Is Beyond Good & Evil.mp3

GHOST EXITS are a New York duo, on the Social Registry label who are here witnessed taking a more prozaic electro-drone approach to the Pop Group's She Is Beyond Good & Evil. Ghost Exits have something of a similarity to the toothless ARE Weapons, and I actually enjoyed that group's first EP (one of the only decent things to receive some publicity from the mire and muck of the oft-reviled electroclash "thing" that happened a couple of years back), so though it's a back-handed compliment, it's still complimentary. Mark Stewart's howls here have been artfully replaced with a Jagger-Vega hybrid that serves the song well, I think.

I don't know if this band is still around or not, and given some stories circulating regarding disastrous and embarassing live performances in their hometown, it may be safe to say they've packed it in and are off working on other projects now.

Ponies In The Surf - Government Brand.mp3

Former GHOST EXITS organist Alexander McGregor, a sensitive soul, eventually grew out of the straight-jacket of staged confrontation and post-punk piss-take, moved to Boston, spent some time with his sister Camille and formed the duo Ponies In The Surf, which presented a 180 degree turn away from aforementioned shennanigans to a more humane musical vision, one that embraces the Sunday brunch crossword puzzle fans (such as myself), the grandmothers, and thankfully, it's not too precious. It reminds me a lot of the husband-wife duo of Puerto Muerto or some of the stuff done by Victoria's PantyBoy (and friends) - cinematic lo-fi pop swashes, dreamy harmonizing and most of all, tenderness! Go buy their stuff, or check out some more mp3s on their website.

Alexander McGregor - Aviary In The Snow / X-M-A-S.mp3
Alexander McGregor - White Caribou

Young McGregor also spends some time away from his sister, which is healthy, which is good: working on his own music and perhaps having tea. The first track is from a Christmas compilation: a bold step in the direction of headphone friendly dub-pop: McGregor marries Badalamenti-esque guitar with overlayed chiming saloon piano and overdubbed vocal-lines in an evocative and spacey film.

The second song is from his own Aguirre Returns EP, which, we've been helpfully told, is titled after his grandmother, not the Herzog film with that spectacular panning monkey river-raft scene. "Love is not the answer, it's just a joke... from France."

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BONUS XENOPHOBIC COMMENTARY WITH MP3!
Gang Gang Dance - Untitled (Track 6).mp3

Brooklynn's Gang Gang Dance didn't make an impression on Stypod with God's Money - fetishism of the exotic, over-sexed moaning vocals, the inverted mirror of post-colonial cultural masturbation and all that - better than Gehry, but it ain't real, it ain't authentic, it ain't fourty Guineans flopping about on the compressed dirt floor of a mud-hut, exorcising the demons and cursing the tribe of flesh-eating savages who live down the road... Did Torontonian mayor Mel Lastman know of what he spoke when he professed a fear of dreadful happenings prior to an official visit to the Dark Continent?