If you have not discovered Lola Rosa yet, you should visit soon. Packed from open to close, this bistro is situated in the heart of the ghetto, and serves succulent vegetarian cuisine with both American and international flavours. Lola Rosa offers veggie burgers, quiche, chili, savoury phyllo-pastries, curries, and features desserts to die for such as the key-lime pie and vegan chocolate cake. Lola Rosa’s fresh, generous portions and offer a taste bursting with flavour, it will always leave you coming back for more. Plan ahead as this cozy gem nearly always requires a reservation. During peak hours, although the service can be slow at those times, the historical notes in your table’s drawers provide whimsical entertainment. If you’re looking for a taste of Lola Rosa on campus, you’re in luck! Lola Rosa Express is now open in the SSMU building.
Aux Vivres
Location: 4631 Boul. St-Laurent
Price: $10-$15 per plate
Classic and fresh, the staple of Montreal’s vegan scene has to be Aux Vivres. Choose from a variety of meat substitutes or indulge in the famous bowls filled with organic brown rice, an array of crunchy vegetables, tofu, and a sauce bursting with flavour. Aux Vivres is definitely an indulgence on the vegan side of the Plateau.
Pushap
Location: 5195 Rue Pare, 975 Rue Jean Talon Ouest
Price: under $10 per plate
Indian cuisine is full of complex vegetarian flavours. Pushap is both a restaurant and a well-known gold mine of Indian sweets, laden with sugar, milk and ghee (clarified butter). Not only is the food authentic, spicy and bursting with a North Indian flair, but it is also incredibly cheap. Get a multi-course meal with a couple of dishes, bread, rice and dessert all for about $10, then take home a dozen of the best samosas that Montreal has to offer. Don’t let the first impression of the hectic ambiance threaten you—it adds to the experience of authentic Indian cuisine.
ChuChai
Location: 4088, Rue St-Denis, (corner of Duluth)
Price: $15-$25 per plate
ChuChai is a Thai paradise for vegetarians to bring their meat-loving friends. This is the place to find the best veggie dishes that look like meat, smell like meat, and even taste like meat. Highly recommended are the ‘duck’ dishes, which may fool even the most weathered fowl connoisseur. Delicately prepared and thoughtfully delivered, the masterful vegetarian and vegan-friendly dishes are moderately priced. Still, it’s worth every penny for the peace of mind afforded by the fact that the secrets of Thai cuisine can be captured without fish sauce or small meaty surprises.
Crudessence
Location: 2157 Mackay
Price: $15-$25 per plate
The raw, the vegan, the gluten-free—crudessence offers the ultimate indulgence for those with a very particular palate. This trendy restaurant offers a new definition of healthy and cleansing foods. Dishes are made from the freshest, locally-produced, and organic vegetables, artistically assembled to tempt any vegetarian’s taste buds. If you think ‘raw’ and ‘vegan’ mean salads with flavourless dressings, think again. In addition to the raw soups and colourful salads bursting with unique aromas and succulent tastes, ChuChai offers raw pad thai and lasagna, vegan crepes, and spaghetti. Most importantly, this place gives vegans and raw dieters the opportunity to indulge in cheesecake, brownies, crême brulée, chocolates, and cookies to satisfy their sweet tooth. Finally, this vegan haven gives you a healthy benefit with hearty smoothies and lunchtime specialties, including ‘egg’ burritos, smoked ‘salmon’ bagels, and much more!
This is a drink for those who have a lot of money to spend on an awesome concoction for pre-drinks and parties. I cannot take full credit for this one, as it is a drink largely invented by former executives of Fight Band—McGill Alumnus Kolya Kowalchuk and SSMU President Josh Redel.
What you’ll need:
• 26 oz. bottle of Jägermeister®
• 26 oz. bottle of Goldschläger®
• 2L bottle of Root Beer
• Vanilla (Optional)
Method
Mix all three bottles in a large bowl and serve in the fashion of Sangria, or mix individually with one part Jägermeister®, one part Goldschläger®, and two parts root beer. Feel free to add vanilla if you want an extra kick. The ratio is completely up to your discretion.
The Screamer
This one may ruin the innocence of your childhood memories, but I’m going to tell you about it anyway.
What you’ll need:
• 2L bottle of Root Beer
• 1 tub of Ice cream (Vanilla or something similar)
• 26 oz. bottle of Vanilla Absolut®
• 26 oz. bottle of rum (any kind will do)
Method
Start with a tall glass (such as a mug or Collins Glass) and pour in 1 ¼ oz. of rum. Next up is the root beer—fill the glass with about two inches to spare at the top. Follow with a generous scoop of hard ice cream. Before adding the ice cream to the glass, scoop a small hole into the ball itself, so it can work as a sort of shot glass. Finally, fill the hole with Vanilla Absolut®, but don’t stop when it’s full. Instead, let it run down the ice cream into the drink. Try to take a shooter of vodka out of the ice cream with your hands behind your back—it’ll be like bobbing for apples, only cooler (pun intended).
In case you were too busy moshing, rocking, or slowly nodding your head at POP Montreal, here’s what you missed this past weekend in the world of sports …
BASEBALL — With just about a week remaining in the regular season, things are heating up. The National League is fairly well-decided with Washington (keeping it together without Strasburg … gasp), Cincinnati, and San Francisco holding the divisional crowns, while Atlanta and St. Louis are looking good for the two wild card spots. In the AL, the New York Yankees and the Baltimore Orioles are in a tight division battle, as each team is vying to top the mighty AL East, with the Yanks currently holding a one game advantage. Regardless of who takes it, both will likely make the postseason courtesy of the top wild card spot. In the AL Central, Chicago and Detroit are battling for first, engaged in a tight half-game race with the White Sox currently holding the advantage.
For those who have given up on this MLB season (notably Blue Jays and Red Sox fans), this week has provided a bit of a respite, with qualifiers taking place for the 2013 World Baseball Classic. With a win against Great Britian and two against Germany, Canada qualified for their third Classic. The story of the week, however, was the Israeli team that came up just short in a five-hour, extra-inning thriller in the final game against Spain. Two more qualifying pools will play in November to round out the field for the third installment of the WBC in March.
SOCCER — In the sport that everyone loves outside of North America, Chelsea currently tops the table with 13 points over five matches, holding a slight advantage over Manchester United’s 12 points in as many matches. Last year’s champions, Manchester City, are struggling to get going, but have thus far averted disaster, holding nine points—good for a share of fifth place. Rather hilariously, once-powerful Liverpool is sifting in the cellar with an abysmal two points. When asked about its slow start to the season, Liverpool admitted to being quite distracted by Wayne Rooney’s now fully grown hair plugs and have therefore found it difficult to focus on the pitch.
FORMULA 1 — In another sport popular across the pond, a revitalized Sebastian Vettel claimed his second race of the year last Sunday, winning the Grand Prix Singapore. The victory placed him second overall for the World Championship with 165 points. Spanish Ferrari racer, Fernando Alonso, still sits atop with 194 points. The boys will push the pedal to the medal again on Oct.7 in the Land of the Rising Sun for Grand Prix Japan.
On Thursday evening, the McGill Redmen soccer team hosted the Montreal Carabins in the annual “Pack the Pitch” game. The Redmen were looking for a win that would send them to the top of the RSEQ standings, but unfortunately, it was not meant to be. Montrealwas better throughout and defeated the Redmen 2-0. With the loss, McGill dropped to a disappointing 1-2-2 start on the year, and stretched its losing streak to four games.
Both teams came out with energy, seeking a quick goal to put pressure on the other. Each team aggressively lobbed balls over the top in an attempt to hit the runner behind the defence. However, this high-risk, high-reward style of play caused problems with positioning, as neither team was able to find a rhythm. The players were clearly frustrated, and this all came to a head in the 20th minute, when McGill’s James Allester toppled a Montreal player in a tussle for a 50-50 ball. Despite the physical move, no card was levelled against Allester, and this ferocity set the pace for the remainder of the match.
In the 34th minute, Montreal appeared poised to score, unleashing a targeted volley from inside the 18-yard box. McGill keeper Max Leblond made an excellent save, and soon after, the Redmen were on the counter. They had a near chance on goal, although they were unable to convert. Roused by this save and the ensuing chance, McGill picked up its offensive attack, and had another chance on goal in the 38th minute, when Jeremy Hurdle received a pass at the top of the 18-yard box. He faked a touch on the ball and let it run by his body, opening him up into the box where he unleashed a great strike; unfortunately, the shot was blocked by the Montreal goalkeeper. Despite the action at the goalmouths, neither side could break through completely, and the match remained scoreless at the half.
Following the intermission, Montreal came out hard, and ambitiously tried chipping Leblond from 49 yards out, only four minutes after the half. Although Leblond was beaten, the crossbar was not; the attempt ricocheted harmlessly away from the action. Finally, in the 67th minute, the Carabins scored the opening goal after receiving a free kick in a promising position. The ensuing low-slung cross took a deflection and was converted, making the score 1-0. As the game edged closer towards the finish, McGill made a change to their formation and began employing a more attack-oriented style, leaving only three men behind to defend.
This strategy proved ineffective. In the 89th minute, the Carabins attempted another chip from just inside half, as the unsuspecting McGill goalkeeper was caught off his line. Montreal buried the final tally, and the game ended 2-0 with the crestfallen Redmen looking blue.
The Redmen look to get back on track and end their losing streak on Sept. 28, when they take on Sherbrooke at Molson Stadium.
McGill lacked the finishing touch on Thursday night.
(Simon Poitrimolt / McGill Tribune)
Love Competition Hall was busier than ever on Saturday afternoon, as big music stars squared off against members of the McGill and Concordia basketball teams in the second annual POP vs. Jock charity game. All proceeds from the game went towards DJ Sports Club, a non-profit charity organization that promotes and offers sports programs and recreational activities for youth between seven and 17. The Founder and Executive Director of DJ Sports Club, Dexter John, played as a member of team POP.
The game itself was quite the spectacle. Fans were given cutout faces of either Michael Jackson or Michael Jordan, depending on whether their allegiance lay with team POP or team Jock. The atmosphere was electric, and the participants seemed to enjoy the encouragement. Régine Chassagne of Arcade Fire and Kid Koala provided music and beats during the game. Both performers were dressed in exuberant animal suits—Chassagne in a bear suit and Mr. Koala in—you guessed it—a koala suit.
In addition to Dexter John, team POP included the Butler brother duo—Win and Will from Arcade Fire—Martin Starr of Freaks and Geeks and Party Down, Nikolai Fraiture of The Strokes, and professional basketball player Luke Bonner, among others. The Jock team was composed of both the men’s and women’s basketball teams from McGill and Concordia. Second-year Martlet guard Dianna Ros started the game for the Jocks.
Surprinsingly, Team POP handled the Jocks in the first half, with Win Butler and Luke Bonner carrying the way. The first half ended with team POP down only 46-43.
The halftime show opened with a fan giveaway that was shortly interrupted by an impromptu yet intense roller derby game. Afterwards, former Talking Heads lead singer David Byrne led Fraiture and the Butlers in a small set, which included a particularly inspiring rendition of the ever classic “That’s the Way (I Like It).” Once Byrne was finished, children dressed in their own animal suits joined Chassagne and Kid Koala on the court, dancing to Koala’s childish theme song, “Open Close.”
Following the break, the intensity of the game increased. Team POP maintained a lead until midway through the fourth quarter when members of the Concordia team started increasing the tempo. Nevertheless, team POP held their own and with just 20 seconds remaining, had narrowed the Jock’s lead to three points. Then, controversy ensued—Ryan Leier, of team POP, hit a three-pointer to tie the game with only seven seconds left, but the referee blew the whistle just before he released the ball. The officials initially ruled no basket much to the dismay of team POP and the fans.
Win Butler took the microphone and asked the crowd whether the basket should have counted—and shockingly, the fans said it should. Accordingly, the referees counted the points, and at 93-93, team Jock had the ball with seven seconds remaining. They ran a pick-and-roll leading to the game-winning three ball and prevailed 96-93.
For McGill athletics—specifically the basketball teams—this event not only promoted an important cause, but also granted the teams great exposure according to McGill Martlets’ Head Coach Ryan Thorne.
“I think anytime you get to showcase our sport, it’s a great opportunity,” he said. “I’ve known Dexter John for a very long time and what he’s doing is for a good cause. The DJ Sports program helps promote basketball in Montreal, and also has different programs to help kids stay off the streets. It means a lot to have something like that housed in our building.”
With the loss, game organizers Dexter John and Win Butler are now 1-1 in these charity games, leaving little doubt that this rivalry has just begun. After the medals were given out to each of the teams, Butler thanked the fans for the support and announced that they will be back for the third annual POP vs. Jock game in 2013.
All smiles at POP vs. Jock. (Simon Poitrimolt / McGill Tribune)
“It all starts in the back” was the motto hammered into the McGill Martlets before their important match against the No.1-ranked Montreal Carabins. If the final result were any indication, the Martlets must have fully embraced this philosophy. McGill decisively shut down the mighty Carabins 2-1 last Thursday evening at the annual “Pack the Pitch” game.
Although Montreal appeared to be in control of the ball for the first ten minutes of the match, this was in large part due to McGill’s defensive strategy.
“Today, we were defending with low pressure, meaning we gave them a lot of time in the back,” McGill forward Daphnee Morency-Roussin explained. “I think that maybe they weren’t really used to that … and that was a good technique.”
What Morency-Roussin implied was that Montreal’s defense could pass freely between themselves, but when the Carabins attempted to make a move forward, McGill would meet it with a steadfast defence. As a result, the Carabins had to move the ball back to their defence time and time again.
Once their defence was established, the Martlets went on the offensive, using the quickness and agility of their forwards advantageously. Their efforts were rewarded when, in the 14th minute, McGill lobbed a ball deep into opposing territory and Montreal goalkeeper Martine Julien tried to make an aggressive play by grabbing the ball while still airborne. She fumbled it, leaving the goal mouth empty, and Morency-Roussin calmly sent it in, giving the Martlets a 1-0 edge.
Following their initial success, the Martlets continued to work as a unit as the first half progressed. This all started with confident goalkeeping by McGill’s Victoria Muccilli who, unlike her Carabins counterpart, made her presence known by punching crosses out of the box. Additionally, the Martlet defenders also played a smart game, supporting Muccilli brilliantly by clearing anything that came into harm’s way.
The difference in the contest however, can be credited to the midfield, as Montreal had no answer to the Martlets and consistently allowed through balls past its backline. Midfielder Hannah Rivkin played an especially astounding game, as she assumed a key role in setting up many scoring chances throughout. After the game, Rivkin offered her take on creating offensive opportunities.
“It usually builds up. It starts with a good solid pass to my feet from someone in the back and then it ends with someone making a beautiful run”.
Unfortunately, this complete style of play was lost early in the second half, and McGill allowed Montreal to break even in the 55th minute.
“The problem was [that] we panicked and sent the ball in the air,” Head Coach Marc Mounicot said. “For two to three minutes we were panicking and [Montreal] finished because they are a good team.”
Neverthless, the Martlets were quick to respond and were able to regain their advantage. They scored their second goal just eight minutes later, in the 63rd minute, as Rebecca Green passed to Julia Conzon who then powered it home. Coach Mounicot gave his thoughts on the goal.
“It was a trademark of the way we play and the way we can play which is passing the ball, a combination play, and a nice finish”.
Throughout the game, Montreal became more aggressive. Three yellow cards were given to the Carabins as they took their frustration out on McGill. Morency-Roussin discussed the increased physical aspect of the game.
“I think we kept our composure pretty well … that’s the key in those types of games, because if you lose your composure, it becomes a blood battle, and it’s not even soccer anymore.”
The Martlets followed up their statement win with another victory against Bishop’s, 8-0. They return to the pitch on Sept. 28 to take on Sherbrooke.
The owners are crying poor, the players are rebelling, and the fans are suffering the most. What else is new? Here’s an ingenious list of activities that are bound to keep you occupied and distracted in ways which Grapes’s flamboyant suits could never do.
#10. Wash your jerseys.
Sports fans cherish their jerseys. It shows their allegiance as well as the mustard stains from that ridiculous, but delicious, $7 hotdog bought at the game. We normally refrain from washing it, but an exception should be made as we usher in a new agreement. Everything should start fresh.
#9. Save your sick days at work for a real emergency.
Studies have shown a positive correlation between the use of sick days and games between divisional rivals. This is the perfect time to impress your employers and start an attendance streak that will make former NHL ironman Doug Jarvis proud.
#8. Learn to skate.
Practice what you preach and actually learn to play the game. See, it’s not that easy. There’s a reason they call hockey the fastest game on two feet—and why we love it so much. In addition, all of that time sitting around watching hockey has probably caused you to put on a couple of kilos … it’s never too late to put on a skate.
#7. Follow your favourite NHL stars in Europe.
The NHL season is not in play, but that does not mean your favourite players are on the sidelines. Many NHL stars have already headed to Europe, and more will surely join them. If the time difference bothers you, watch your team’s future stars play in the AHL or CHL.
#6. Go viral.
Make another YouTube lockout video, because there just aren’t enough of those already. Show that you care! However, be warned that using Nickelback as background music is justification to have your account banned forever.
#5. Free your mind.
Do something mind-numbingly boring, and direct your bottled up frustration and anger towards it. My suggestion: watch some soccer.
#4. Troll the Leafs.
Nothing is more enjoyable than bashing Toronto’s mediocrity. I’ll even get you started on a few topics: Kessel’s lack of physicality; James Riemer, the human sieve; or my personal favourite, the team’s 45-year cup drought.
#3. Troll the Habs.
If you thought making fun of the Leafs was fun, wait until you start targeting the Bleu, Blanc, et Rouge.
#2. Study.
Get that A you always wanted. Impress your friends and family with a sparkling 4.0 GPA.
#1. Get a new hobby.
You must be really bored if you made it all the way to #1. For your sake, I hope the lockout ends soon.
“Ugly, just ugly,” is how one Redmen fan aptly described McGill’s performance last Friday, when they played host to the Laval Rouge et Or in a rain-soaked match up at Molson Stadium.
Riding high off their first win in almost three years, the McGill Redmen (1-3) failed to deliver a successful follow-up against the No. 4 ranked Rouge et Or (4-0), who proceeded to shut out the Redmen 69-0 in front of a crowd of just over 600, that quickly thinned out after half-time.
The Redmen managed to hold the Rouge et Or to three points in the first quarter, despite playing the majority of it in their own half of the field. McGill’s inability to cut down on penalties and careless mistakes, along with injuries to two linebackers and key offensive lineman Laurent Duvernay-Tardif, provided the necessary spark in the second quarter for a potent Laval offence.
The Rouge et Or opened the scoring flood in the second quarter with a 20-yard rushing touchdown. On the following possession, Redmen quarterback Ryne Bondy threw the first of his two interceptions—resulting in a 35-yard touchdown by a Laval defensive end. Bondy was anything but the offensive catalyst he’d proved to be the previous week, managing to only complete 12 of 32 attempts for 143 passing yards.
However, McGill’s lacklustre performance was a result of poor play by the entire team. Penalties, dropped passes, and poor defensive play continued throughout the second quarter, leaving fans wondering if the team had any intensity. The coaching staff echoed the frustration of the spectators. Defensive coordinator Mickey Donavan and offensive coordinator Patrick Boies pulled their lines aside multiple times throughout the game in passionate attempts to get their players to wake up and focus.
Head Coach Clint Uttley was quick to explain that the lack of effort that plagued the entire team trickled down from the senior leaders, who appeared to be demoralized and uninspired in the face of Laval’s domination and injuries to important players on the squad.
“There was [a] point where [Laval] put in four touchdowns in eight minutes and then [we] just [gave] up,” Uttley explained. “It’s unfortunate too, because we have a lot of young talented kids, but we need our seniors to not quit when they are challenged. They need to step up.”
Heading into the second half, Laval had the Redmen at a 33-point deficit and, much like the skies above, Laval scores continued to rain down on McGill.
Taking full advantage of the Redmen’s even worse second half play, Laval capped off its scoring run at the beginning of the fourth quarter, when a Laval linebacker trucked through almost all of the Redmen’s gassed offence for a 47-yard interception return, finalizing the score at a whopping 69-0.
At the conclusion of the match, McGill had lost nine players to injury. Ironically, the game’s opening kick-off was done in honour of a hundred years of Sports Medicine and Kinesiology at McGill.
Clearly disappointed in his squad, Uttley dismissed the team for the weekend in an attempt to allow the players—specifically the seniors—to “get over it and move on.”
After what will surely be an intensive week of practice, the McGill Redmen look to redeem themselves as they travel to Lennoxville to take on the Bishop’s Gaiters on Sept. 29.
I don’t order bottle service at clubs. Nor do I have ‘hook-ups,’ know ‘a guy,’ or am part of anything exclusive apart from opt-in emails regarding sales at The Gap. A media pass to POP Montreal was, therefore, a revelation. For those unlucky souls who have yet to step onto a red carpet, this consisted of an exquisitely laminated card with my name and press affiliation, beneath a powerful bold print: ‘MÉDIA.’ My VIP grab bag included some magazines, a keychain, a bicycle bell (a prerequisite which too many grab bags often lack), and a trucker cap (minimalist black). VIP, indeed.
Excitedly, with my lanyard adorning my heretofore-plebeian neck, I went off to see Grimes for my first show of the week. Arriving at Club Soda 15 minutes before the show, I walked up to the door and casually thumbed my pass at the bouncer.
“Media.”
Grimes (Anna Katycheva / McGill Tribune)
In reply, he feigned interest by tugging at my lanyard and glancing in the direction of my wristband before letting me through. I entered the empty club, and assumed a spot in front of the stage.
MYTHS, the opening act, immediately made me regret this cavalier decision. Cult-like moaning, which would have been appropriate at some form of religious ritual, shrill shrieks, and one of the band members’ warning of “We’re just experimenting on you guys!” proved for an excruciating set.
The second opener, a chubby young man with unruly hair who went by the nom-de-guerre of Elite Gymnastics, was little better. After coming out in a stupor (‘Drunk or High’ is rarely a fun game to play at concerts), Elite Gymnastics proceeded to smash a guitar on the ground following his first song, only to promptly sit down and tell us that he was uncomfortable in social situations—my apologies for gauchely coming out to see you, friend. By the time that Grimes came on, I was left with ten minutes before I had to go see another show. After a half-hour’s walk to the venue, I was so tired and frustrated at what I’d just witnessed that I decided to call it a night.
The next day, I awoke with a smile. Last night’s disappointments were no longer relevant—I was going to see St. Vincent and David Byrne perform at the Church of St. Jean Baptiste, a beautifully ornate venue. I walked along, soaked by the rain, my spirits high with the knowledge that I was about to immerse myself in a musical spectacle. When we arrived, I made sure to wonder aloud to the Tribune’s photographer: “Do you know where the press line is?”
Two girls turned around, and seeing the glint of the laminate, moved out of the way. I shot an apologetic, tight-lipped smile—one of those arrogantly sympathetic “Sorry love, duty calls,” types. Had I a hat, I would have tipped it. When we walked up to the ticketing table, I wearily flashed the pass again.
“We’re full.”
Tipsy with the ephemeral power of exclusivity, I pressed on. The man was clearly confused. I sympathized.
“We’re covering the show.”
“Yeah, we don’t have any more press spots. It’s full,” he said, with an alarming dose of lucidity. It seemed that I was the one who failed to grasp the situation’s finer points.
Supplicating with this gatekeeper got us nowhere. Impotent and dejected, my inflated ego feeling the pain of the proverbially hard fall, we slunk away through the rain. There were no more shows that I had time to see. At the church, St. Vincent began to play with David Byrne. Meanwhile, I sat—once more amongst the huddled masses—trying to sate my sadness with a plate of Romados chicken.
– Ilia Blinderman
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TOPS (Alexandra Allaire / McGill Tribune)
My POP Montreal this year had a slow start in two ways. One: I made the decision—in retrospect, a wise one—to spend Wednesday catching up on some work (sorry Wild Nothing.) Two: the Grimes show.
Not to say that Grimes herself had a poor performance. The ex-McGillian had the sold-out crowd at Club Soda roaring with approval and screaming for more. Crowd-surfing and mass-jumping ensued. The problem was with the two prior acts. Opener MYTHS employed a bewildering mix of shrill harpie screeches and meaningless synth drone, while Elite Gymnastics, who otherwise creates good music, made the perplexing decision that smashing and punching his guitar, then moping to the audience about it after, was a good idea. My fellow A&E editor texted me, suggesting that we had accidentally stumbled across not a music venue but performance art. I laughed, but he was more or less right.
On to Friday. I arrived at Cabaret du Mile-End, damp in both body and spirits; the former due to the drizzle, and the latter to the near-empty room before me. By the time TOPS started, only a small crowd had materialized, but the intimate setting suited the dream pop quartet just fine. Acts like TOPS remind me why I love live music. In person, the bass and the guitar sounded sharper; the vocals, while suffering minor pitching issues, were nevertheless more dynamic than their recorded counterpart. Overall, the performance was polished and confident—impressive, considering how recently the band formed.
I left the venue with high hopes for Austra—hopes which were quickly dashed upon sight of the line. Free shows are popular? Remarkable discovery, I know. Retreating glaciers move quicker than that line did. The only thing thicker than the cloud of cigarette smoke was the general sense of desperation. Entering the basement venue at Mission Santa Cruz at last was like entering a sauna—one filled with respiration and sweat. All these complaints dematerialized when Austra took the stage. A set that oscillated between electro-pop and the club-floor ready kept the packed crowd in a frenzy—although how much of that delirium could be attributed to the lack of oxygen remains unclear.
A breather was needed after that, which is what Saturdays are for. Despite the needed rest, I was kept breathless anyway, out of anticipation for Sunday’s show, the ‘Show I Would Commit Murder To See’: Grizzly Bear. The crowd at The Olympia—less jumpy than those at previous shows, but no less enthusiastic—had a healthy number of true Grizzly Bear fans. Opener Unknown Mortal Orchestra performed admirably, and clearly were having a great time themselves; but for whatever reason, their instruments had the unfortunate habit of bleeding together. The result was the trading of the crisp arrangements on their album for a set that lurched too-often towards drone.
Grizzly Bear, however, elicited the loudest and most sustained cheers of any of the shows I’ve seen at POP this year. The set balanced a mixture of songs across the group’s four albums, and every individual member also juggled a variety of instruments. Ed Droste and Daniel Rossen’s vocals were a wonder to experience live; the former haunting and piercing, the latter raw and multifaceted. Everything about the experience was nothing less than surreal.
Leaving Olympia that night, I consoled myself in regards to the mountain of work waiting back home with two thoughts. One: I have enough coffee. Two: I can sleep when I’m dead. But I should add one more, the most important sentiment of all: thank you POP Montreal.
– Chris Liu
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Rodriquez (www.lostinthemultiplex.com)
Ever heard of Rodriguez? I hadn’t, and if it hadn’t been for POP Montreal, I probably never would have.
‘Despair’ had been my initial reaction after looking over the line-up for POP Montreal—the prospect of choosing an act from the hundreds listed seemed a torturous task. Mustering my exchange-student-enthusiasm to experience as much as Montreal has to offer, I consulted the less extensive list of free events, and rather randomly chose to attend a screening of the documentary Searching for Sugar Man, directed by Malik Bendjelloul.
The film tells the remarkable story of American singer Rodriguez—praised as highly as his contemporary Bob Dylan by the 1970’s music elite, yet somehow failing to attract the attention of the broader American public. Despite his lack of North American recognition, Rodriguez’s albums were a massive success in South Africa—so much so that he became a mythical figure to the thousands of South Africans protesting against the apartheid regime, who used his lyrics as an anti-establishment anthem. Rodriguez himself, however, was unaware of his overseas popularity, and the South Africans, being unable to find any information on their American idol, soon believed him to have suffered a tragic rock-star death.
Following in the footsteps of two dedicated South African fans, the documentary relates their efforts to trace the life (and supposed death) of this mysterious character, reaching a spectacular finåale that will leave you itching to get your hands on the nearest Rodriguez album.
Thank you, POP Montreal, for introducing me to Rodriguez—one of my most enjoyable experiences in Montreal so far.
– Cecilie Jensen
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Ben Howard (Michael King / McGill Tirbune)
On the final evening of this year’s POP Montreal, one of Tribune’s Arts and Entertainment editors passed on the message that there was a ticket available for Ben Howard’s sold-out show that night—if I wanted it. I had been suffering from a bad cold for five days with no end in sight. However, when I was presented with such an opportunity, the only real choice I had was to go and have an absolute blast. I readily agreed.
Soon after, I arrived at Metropolis, ticket in hand, and began scouting for a slot in the front row. First came Nashville’s home-grown Gill Landry to warm the crowd. His blues beats and vocals were good—but my fever was kicking in, and I was fading fast. As they started changing the equipment for the main act, I was debating on heading home. Debating, that is, until Ben Howard stepped on stage. The audience ignited in cheers and whistles that shook the walls—we could tell Ben was ready. From his heartbreaking ballads which left the crowd in silent awe, to his soul-transforming acoustic numbers, Howard brought everyone to their feet. Involving the audience in the echoes of his lyrics, Ben constantly seemed amazed at every response, sharing his gratitude as he left the stage, saying he “will remember this night forever.”
I exited the venue with a set list in hand and a serene calmness after the moving performance. Ben Howard not only cured my cold; he made my POP Montreal.
We live in an age of the retrospective—of Adele, sampling, and electro swing. The challenge for vintage-inspired artists is updating oldies to the tastes of the 21st century. The Noble Thiefs, a Winnipeg-based band, are foraying into vintage-modern territory by combining a gaggle of genres. Their debut album, Beyond the 11th Deck, mixes ‘50s/’60s era soul with reggae, rock ‘n’ roll, doo-wop, and punk.
In an ideal world, this would be a vintage music-lover’s dream: old favourite styles, in a single package, at a fabulous low price. But Beyond the 11th Deck leaves us longing for the originals. The Noble Thiefs’ tracks lack the vivacious spirit of mid-century music. Excepting the odd quirky riff and groovy solo, the guitar can be distractingly basic. The slower songs—would-be reggae slow burns—lack fire, and fizzle out. The Noble Thiefs are renowned for their galvanizing, punky live shows—their debut recording could have used a jolt of that electricity.
Still, the album holds promise. Standout tracks “Trapped Up,” “Drive In,” and “Rise Above It” are creative and spirited. Myron Dean’s tart yet smoky vocals are captivating, full of personality, and a total throwback to dynamic soul singers of the past. Dean’s voice, and the Noble Thiefs passion for eclectic jukebox hits brim with potential. If the stars align for their sophomore album, the Noble Thiefs will have something that makes you want to swing, twist, and slam dance all at the same time.