The Delinquints’ Beardo Belligerent (left), Jimmy Delinquint, 2 Fingers Fulton and Handsome Dick Forbes knocked out a rowdy punk set at the ’Shoe Saturday.
Fri, Nov 7
PARALLELS with GLASS CANDY at Wrongbar Rating: NNNN
Cam Findlay kept his Parallels project low-key while he toured the world drumming for Crystal Castles, occasionally posting a track on the discodust blog or making a DJ appearance.
Having left the Castles, Findlay appears ready to take Parallels to a whole new level. It's no longer just his solo production, but a three-piece band featuring enchanting vocalist Holly Dodson. And their very first show was hugely promising.
Dodson is a perfect fit because of Findlay's 80s fascination. She not only looks and dances like Stevie Nicks, but her melodies catapult his synth-based tunes from a John Carpenter soundtrack to something much more compelling.
Ida No, singer for Glass Candy, is similarly talented, and Johnny Jewel's band wouldn't be where they are without her. The sold-out Wrongbar audience couldn't decide between dancing to their disco beats or watching the mesmerizing No swirl and sing. Either way, it was win-win.
AC/DC at the Rogers Centre Rating: NNNNN
No one does arena rock better than AC/DC. On a T-shaped stage flanked by large video screens, the Aussies sweated and strutted through 100 minutes of riff-heavy rock spanning their 35-year career. Dirty Deeds, Back In Black - we got crisp-sounding classics plus stadium-sized trains, blow-up dolls, tolling bells, exploding cannons.
While Brian Johnson provided charismatic moves and his trademark sandpaper vocals throughout, this is truly the Angus Young show. At 53, he's still gulping like a guppy out of water, hammering solos from an SG atop his head and chicken-walking in his schoolboy uniform in front of a sea of 45,000 concertgoers wearing red devil horns in his honour.
A lull occurred during new songs War Machine and Anything Goes near the set's end, but then the band roared into overdrive with Bon Scott-era gems TNT, Whole Lotta Rosie and Let There Be Rock, which featured the iconic Young bathed in a spotlight and soloing for 10 minutes from an elevated stage.Carla Gillis
FLOWERS OF HELL, DIRTY PENNY at Clintons Rating: NN
Toronto drone rockestra Flowers of Hell make so few club appearances that a surprise show at Clinton's was worth investigating, even if it meant enduring a torturously lame opening set by Dirty Penny, who were launching their new Sage Against The Machine disc.
There was cause for concern when the dude in black-and-white checked pantaloons and Crocs mingling before the show suddenly stepped up to the microphone and started rhyming off humourless bar jokes that would make Nick Flanagan cringe.
Try to imagine a Quebecois Hugh Laurie doing a bad Don Knotts impression and you get an idea of Dirty Penny frontman Jason "JC Penny" Cavener's performance. It might not have been quite so painful had he not been backed by what sounded like a Lebanese wedding band who learned to play alt-rock from Watchmen videos. I was envious of the hombre next to me who managed to sleep through the entire hour-long set with a pint of Rickard's Red wedged between his knees.
The Flowers of Hell portion of the program was less of an ordeal. However, a few more rehearsals would've hugely benefited the nine-piece ensemble, who gazed at each other nervously at the beginning and end of each song. Their hesitant approach undermined much of the performance, save the go-for-broke closing freak-out.
Sat, Nov 8
DELINQUINTS with SIBERIA at the Horseshoe Rating: NNNN
Local punk was the name of the game at Truth Explosion's Saturday night showcase at the 'Shoe. Siberia, an instrumental quartet drawing inspiration from mid-to-late-90s Midwestern emo-indie rock, opened the show. For fans of long-disbanded acts like Mineral and Christie Front Drive, Siberia's brooding melodic guitars and crashing climaxes were a welcome reminder of how good emo once was.
But make no mistake, the night belonged to gutter punk quintet Delinquints, celebrating the release their second EP, Live Your Life Like It's Stolen. The first thing I noticed about Delinquints is that they all look the part. There's no prefabrication here; these guys look exactly like that motley crew of dudes who used to sit at the back of the class snorting crushed Ritalins through juice-box straws.
Musically, they sound like 80s So-Cal punk filled out with some amazing guitar soloing by Beardo Belligerent, a southpaw who shreds and taps the shit out of an upside-down Fender. Led by rough-and-tumble rockabilly front man Jimy Delinquint, the band has an undeniable raw power, and in short order they instigated some rough pit action.