Not just Styx, but latter-day singer (since 1999) Lawrence Gowan. You know, Gowan. WTF?
Montreal’s One Man Band Festival refreshes an old idea, and raises the profile of innovative solo artists from Montreal, the R.O.C. and beyond.
On their second LP, Wait to Pleasure, No Joy erect a wall of sound with affective guitars, gauzy vocals and a rhythm section that can’t be beat (because the drummer is armed).
Hard-working Ontario grunge-punks METZ talk Nirvana, suburban angst, Toronto bands and gear theft, as they piss acid rain all over skyscrapers they just kicked over.
The most hated person on the Internet is DJing here on Saturday.
From their native Australia to the American East Coast to the rest of the world, the Death Set — aka the motherfucking Death Set — import convulsive punk riffs, bouncy electro hooks, tongue-in-cheek lyrics and high-pitched vocals. Cult MTL spoke to the singer Johnny Siera just ahead of their Divan Orange show tonight.
Singer Sean Ragon discusses the relationship between industrial music and fascism, his tattoos and Europe’s New Right. And if he has it his way, this will be the last time.
The music of fresh-faced NYC threesome Dream Affair resides in the dark and heartless industrial landscapes of classic cold wave. They shared their affection for our city (and distaste for Canadian border guards) on the eve of tomorrow’s headlining show at Katacombes.
Hamilton quartet WTCHS, playing Brasserie Beaubien tomorrow night, discuss the Steeltown scene and why an outdated lo-fi medium is great for indie rock.
Want to drink outside before the cold strips you of your will to leave your home? Of course you do. And here’s how to do it.