How I envy you (in a good way) that you can just go to a store and buy such masterpieces. Here in Kyiv, it’s such a rarity to find something truly interesting. Mostly, we have to buy through Discogs.
I’ve really noticed the difference this year with being in London so frequently. I’m way out in the middle of nowhere when I’m not visiting my girlfriend - at which point I’m stuck with Discogs too. It’s been good to get back into the London record shops. There’s always something to pull out and take home :)
Some of the most intense moments I've felt at a show were at Baptists shows.There was always so much tension building up before they'd start and when Danny would hit the first notes of 'Betterment', it would be like everyone's energy of all the bullshit that goes with living in East Vancouver just about to blow. I remember one at The Astoria, the same pub serial killer Robert Pickton used to frequent, where Andrew had a cinder block on the stage (which was only about three feet off the floor), and as he paced and prowled, he hooked one arm into one of the holes to pick it up; I wasn't convinced that he wasn't about to throw it.
It was crushing when everything came out—in Vancouver there was no separating the artist from the music. At least I can still listen to Cursed.
I’m glad you’re digging Wolfbrigade. I don’t quite know what I think about it yet. I went through it in detail when I reviewed it, but not really gone back to it since.
I never really gave Sect the time, but that’s about to change. Went on a Cursed rampage, followed by that new Wolfbrigade (again) which I’ve been listening to once a day since last Wednesday.
How I envy you (in a good way) that you can just go to a store and buy such masterpieces. Here in Kyiv, it’s such a rarity to find something truly interesting. Mostly, we have to buy through Discogs.
I’ve really noticed the difference this year with being in London so frequently. I’m way out in the middle of nowhere when I’m not visiting my girlfriend - at which point I’m stuck with Discogs too. It’s been good to get back into the London record shops. There’s always something to pull out and take home :)
Some of the most intense moments I've felt at a show were at Baptists shows.There was always so much tension building up before they'd start and when Danny would hit the first notes of 'Betterment', it would be like everyone's energy of all the bullshit that goes with living in East Vancouver just about to blow. I remember one at The Astoria, the same pub serial killer Robert Pickton used to frequent, where Andrew had a cinder block on the stage (which was only about three feet off the floor), and as he paced and prowled, he hooked one arm into one of the holes to pick it up; I wasn't convinced that he wasn't about to throw it.
It was crushing when everything came out—in Vancouver there was no separating the artist from the music. At least I can still listen to Cursed.
I’m glad you’re digging Wolfbrigade. I don’t quite know what I think about it yet. I went through it in detail when I reviewed it, but not really gone back to it since.
I love this.
And Cursed are fucking brilliant. :) I’d have loved to have seen Baptists live. Sect are ace too - I assume you’re all over them.
I never really gave Sect the time, but that’s about to change. Went on a Cursed rampage, followed by that new Wolfbrigade (again) which I’ve been listening to once a day since last Wednesday.