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“Johnny” is marching sad and sweet and melancholy, one part petition and two parts prayer. The one-way conversation is concise, sparse like a distillation of Sinead O’Connor singing with The Pixies. The words are introspective as the musings of Courtney Barnett, a close and hyper-conscious first person narrative explaining that “My friends all tell me to hope for the best but I feel the worst / I try to get sleep but my body won’t stop shaking I’m blue / I don’t think I’m […] Continue reading →


The first words trip, stunted and weird and feeling their way for what sounds like the first time. Then a chorus like fattened Belle and Sebastian through a mist of daytime campfire sparks in warm air. Always dreamy and never dreary, a hazy summer afternoon that stands still without the possibility of ending. Illuminated by bubbling synth and rolling drums, our scene only grows cold if you listen to the words (“Wish I could love you less like a praying mantis / rip your head off every […] Continue reading →

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Pet Sun have tried to channel themselves into an EP. Released December 4th on Sleepless/The Hand, it drones, it solos, it is dark and greasy. […] Continue reading →

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From Toronto, just down the QEW is a breeding ground for art and music amidst streets lined with trendy restaurants and places to rent for cheap. In this magical land, an entire weekend is dedicated to the appreciation and cultivation of the arts every September, where creators and consumers fill the streets to shop, dance, and celebrate together. Yes, this place exists, AND you can get there on the GO. It’s a city called Hamilton, and last weekend the heart of it was shut down by the […] Continue reading →


Compare and contrast. Lady Lamb, alone in the spotlight, standing before three tiers of seated guests. Both ageless and aged, these songs could be sung to a lover, to the room, or to no one at all. Gracious and graceful, she places her guitar down and steps away. Darkness is warmed by a soft glow as the lights turn up, the crowd murmuring after being silent. […] Continue reading →

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The open road is impossible, stretching farther into the distance than it should be able to. On one side, fields tear by, tall stalks triumphant in the wind. On the other, the setting sun casts a steep glow across the tops of what was once green, now golden. Steady in your ear, familiar sounds combine and blend together to create new ones. Starting with a haunt, bass and drums begin together and refuse to stop, even when they slow to turn a corner. A pulse, joined by shrill guitar and […] Continue reading →


For every question concerning the existence of another is a corresponding inner reflection, cast out like a shadow. Objective reality may be obtainable or it may be a figment of the collective imagination, and in the absence of an answer, real questions take root and sprout. Ones that accept that ultimate knowledge may never be obtained and concern themselves with smaller, more intimate details that are both minute and overarching. […] Continue reading →

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The fountain in Gore Park. Princess Point. Ask anyone living in Hamilton what their favourite part of the city is, and you’ll get different answers. Dundurn Castle. Webster’s Falls. Gage Park. […] Continue reading →


Girlpool’s “Cherry Picking” destroys itself from the inside out. It starts with a slow, plucking bass and notes as tentative as the lyrics spread thinly overtop – “You were hot and heavy, you were hesitant it seemed, when I’m cherry picking, I always know you’re going to leave”. With that deepest threat (abandonment) dripping off the tongue, a guitar picks up speed in the background. The words are blunt, delivering harsh reality with the force of an angry smile – […] Continue reading →

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Fans are whirring uselessly overhead, slowly flicking back and forth, throwing shadows upward across the yellow-stained ceiling. You’re sitting in a high school classroom and outside it’s a sunny afternoon. The temperature rests stagnant somewhere in between warm and hot, one of those days just past the dead end of spring when summer begins to emerge. It’s dark inside because the lights are turned off in an attempt to further cool the immobile air. Scented with the unique mixture that […] Continue reading →

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