Back in those old punk-rock days, mornings were rough enough. Public Access volunteers, we were always, always in between micing up the Tec Voc choir, and waiting for our turn to play. We were here to take your call every telethon. We were keeping jive alive at the Beausejour Senior Centre Dance. Rolling down the driver’s side, toss an ember to the night.
We end this broadcast day, we knew that it was coming. We end this broadcast day, keep the camera running on the last time.
Winged Wheel anchor their Space Age grooves in rock, the muscle of drum and bass and guitar undergirding wild flights of fancy. Bandcamp Album of the Day May 3, 2024
I feel Japandroids are growing into a Canadian version of Andrew W. K, a total expression of masculine healthy positivity without constantly declaring themselves as such or shaping everything into a manifesto.
There's also a certain muscular Canadiana that you can see in bands like The Hip, or Constantines.
It's really cool to see a duo grow into confidence from Post-Nothing, and as someone who _really_ connected with that album's anxieties, they give me both hope and an aspirational model. Gaelan D'costa