Allah have mercy on your ears

A rundown of hot and heavy Montreal shows off the festival circuit this week, from local record launches and tour kick-off gigs to deep-fried sludge from the Southern U.S.

Hey kids, get outta my backyard!

As the leaves start trembling and ready themselves to be torn asunder from their branches to slowdance to the ground in their demise…yeesh, did I just write that? Okay, I might’ve torn a page out of my grade school journal there so, uh, let me have another crack at an intro. When the Main once again gets carpeted in Technicolor two-dollar chow mein/PBR puke, you don’t need a calendar to know that school is dangerously close to being in session.