Despite a complete and utter lack of promotion, it’s worth noting that one of Metal Blade’s up-and-coming Canadian signings are in town this evening.
Yes, this is another blog about chicken wings. But these are no ordinary chicken wings, believe you me. The Anchor Bar in Buffalo is where it all began!
…provided that you live south of the border, that is. A little while back I asked Andy from Black Pyramid if they’d ever come to Toronto, and was told that, unfortunately, they aren’t such nice guys after all. (Point taken.) Fortunately, I can still get across the border, so I’ll be seeing them in Buffalo on Wednesday nite.
A disgruntled Gruesome Greg bemoans the lack of guitar music at the 4th Annual Toronto Freedom Festival…
If you’ve got nothing better planned than some bong hits in yer buddy’s basement, you can come catch me spinning some tunes at the Hard Luck Bar this Tuesday…
Hey, didja here the one about Pentagram’s guitarist quitting the day before a big North American tour, and the band still touring, anyways? If not, then read on…
Rest on Sunday? Bah–I’ll rest when I’m dead. Saturday might be alright for fighting, but Easter Sunday’s just fine for some heavy psych. So sayeth the Weedian Nazareth… (Now yer messin’ with a sunnavabitch!)
If you missed me last week, it’s cuz I was too busy to blog due to staying up all nite–all weekend–checking out bands at Canadian Music Week.
With the Olympics in full swing, I didn’t wanna miss a gold medal performance by Canada to watch a black metal doc. (On the other hand, had they been screening Such Hawks, Such Hounds I woulda been seriously conflicted…) But as the Royal extended its run into early March, I started reading some of the reviews and interviews about the flick, and decided to check out its final screening on Thursday.
Alas, tis not a piece of VANOC-unapproved poetry by Vancouver poet laureate Brad Cran, but rather, a song from another B.C. artist that wouldn’t be allowed within shouting distance of the Games: the Dayglo Abortions.