Sister Suvi - "The Lot". I leave you with this, for the weekend. People say: okay, Montreal, played out. You've indie-rocked yrself dry, right? Running on fumes? And then we say a lot of things back. We throw fruit; we whip bagels and lob pierogies; we have snowballs and ice-cream cones. We take you the fuck out, you mess with us. I could name a lot of bands, some of the reasons why this city keeps catching me by the throat. But tonight I will name just one: Sister Suvi. You don't know them. Their debut album's not even recorded yet. Merrill's got the big bad wolf in her gut, blow you down.

Here's a song about a city, a city like the place you live - torn up, ripped out, scraped and bleeding and with such a thrill still in it. It's a fervour cooked in subway sparks, in arson, in the heat of kiss on kiss. Sister Suvi use ukelele, drum-sticks and three part-harmony; they use amplifiers and microphones and determination. The song is breathless, brilliant, and magnificently composed. They've listened to the Velvet Underground's "Sweet Jane", to Yeasayer, Akron/Family, Deerhoof, and Islands (with whom they share a member). And then they carried their turntable through the streets, raised on poles, to see if they could catch starlight in their records' grooves.

Now all they need to do is make an album like this.

[info - you can buy the Colour EP there but this is one of two songs from the upcoming debut LP, issued on a 5" CD called Mandala of Power]