Said the Gramophone - image by Neale McDavitt-van Fleet
by Mitz

Yves Tumor - "The Feeling When You Walk Away" [Bandcamp]

So Pop Montreal is coming up soon here.

I look through its lineup and make me feel old that I don't know many of them but then, I listen through and discover many great artists/bands and makes me feel excited and young again.

Music might be the only thing makes me feel that way.

I still eat ice cream but now I feel guilty after I eat Large soft served dipped in caramel. Only first bite brings me back to childhood
second bite takes you back to adulthood
third bite, makes me feel like Clint Eastwood
just standing here on a gentrified neighborhood

wow sick rhymes!!!! ^^^ kidding.

ok now listen to more music.

by Emma

SZA - "Anything"

When fall first starts encroaching you need a spell - something small to push you past your wistfulness into the core of things, so you can appreciate the way the sunshine is instead of getting mired inside the way you wish it would be, or still was. This one works for me; every time the shimmer-clap kicks in at 1:44, I feel a little extra weightless. Like Solange's easy shine, tossed-off; a gift, a tiny one to carry with you, build something out of, bigger.

[Buy CTRL]

by Mitz

Kyle Landstra - "Vestige I" [Bandcamp]

I am meditating right now listening to this.

neo-nazis.

fuck 'em.

by Jeff

a nighttime scene in downtown Montreal of the 1950s

Keith Jarrett - "The Rich and The Poor" [buy]

This is shuffling music. A song travelling at half-speed with no destination in mind. It stops to look in every shop window. It rolls down the street noticing the orange of summer dawn limning the cornices, wondering where the night went. A wanderer in the almost-morning blue.

This is one of those songs that sounds like it was cut at four a.m. The band is dozy, nearly asleep at their instruments. The bass pulls them along like a tugboat. And they begin to wake up, finding their way into the groove. They pile on the melodies, solos, yelps, and almost gallop to full speed before the gravity of night pulls them back. This song is off-hand and glorious, shambling along to nowhere. It ends with the tinkling of wind chimes.

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by Emma

Dylarama - "Saison Estivale"

We caught this song on the car radio, coming in static-shot like a transmission from outer space. Stripped down to just voice and woozy guitars, this would be a perfectly fine normal good song, but the synths - especially in the last minute or so - make it OTHERWORLDLY. Summertime on this planet has everything: an arcade cabinet from the '80s in a heated argument with an angry robotic pterosaur; one of those old room-sized punchcard computers stoned out of its mind at the planetarium, finally allowed to dream its own equations; a dying calculator croaking out its last wishes to a room full of lush neon laser beams, all blinking gorgeous constellations in and out, in sympathy.

[buy Saison Estivale]

by Jeff

handwritten lyric sheet from the demo tape

Doggo - "1342" [bandcamp]
Doggo - "Not Bitter" [bandcamp]
(Or if you're in Montreal buy a tape from the band!)

Big feelings, lots of words crammed into short songs, no-bullshit raw pop punk. That's the Doggo formula. Coming straight out of a punk house on rue Saint-Urbain, this is punk verité, capturing real life feels as they happen. Cigarettes, heartbreaks, long workdays, long-distance crushes, and hours in the dark room developing photos. There's a lot of missing going on here: missing far-away friends, missed opportunities, and plenty of missed hangs while you were hiding out in your room trying to keep it together. A solid rhythm-section helmed by scene legend Martin Tensions's hummable basslines and GAZM howler Bill's solid drums lay the groundwork for the wicked guitar attacks by fronters Sasha and Blair. Blessed with two brilliant lead vocalists and sick songs, Doggo are giving me the scrappy summer 2017 pop punk that I need right now. I love this tape! They had me at the hand-written lyric sheet!

by Sean

Goldfish - "Charm". In 1996, a band called Goldfish started recording an album. 21 years later, they finished it. Predictions of the Future is a time-capsule from a departed Montreal - tough, luscious, part-tarnished. Punk-rock from an era when punk was more glinting, when harshness and softness went together like scissors through silk. Like Lush or the Breeders, Goldfish were a four-piece. They were a band with two singer/guitarists, Carrie Haber and Vicky Klingenstierna. They tangled round the city; some nights it seemed like they owned the place. (They are probably the only act to have ever opened both for Natalie Merchant and for Fugazi.) Predictions was among the first material ever produced by my friend Howard Bilerman (who has since recorded classics like You Want It Darker, Funeral, Lhasa and 'Allelujah! Don't Bend Ascend). They laid it down at his parents' house. All this feels like folk-tale, fake history, but it's true. A band I'd never heard of that rocked and toiled, then went away. I moved to Montreal in 2000. By then Golfdish had disappeared. But the marvel of the thing is that they somehow clawed back. Two decades later, Haber decided that her band had unfinished business. "I realized that we're going to die," she told the Gazette's Jordan Zivitz. "I have a lot of unfinished projects, and this is not one I wanted hanging over me on my deathbed." This wasn't so easy: Predictions was recorded to tape; tapes don't last forever; but they retrieved 'em, baked 'em, set about completing that which wasn't quite completed. And now: here. "Charm" and all the rest of this artifact, like noticing a footprint in the sidewalk you've tramped over ten thousand times.

[buy Predictions of the Future from the Dears' label, Ting Dun]