Pictures and Video are to come.
While “Balls To the Wall” has been a cliché phrase for a while now, I must say that it’s the only phrase I want to use for the show that pummeled Montreal this past Friday. The band drove in to town in their cream coloured Ford Econoline van, smelling like savages with greasy hair. Coming all the way from Lethbridge via Econoline isn’t luxury transportation, and the band had some interesting things to say about the entire experience.
The show started late for Montreal, I am assuming this is due to the fact that we were down below the Lachine canal, where I hear there are no rules. The lateness is not a problem for me, most shows I’ve been to in cities other than Montreal tend to get pushed on passed midnight, which gives me plenty of time for drinking, and drink we did. Introductions with the new members of the band were done, some reminicing and putting down 4 beers was swiftly taken care of before Montreal’s O’Voids took the stage.
The O’Voids did a very good job of some straight forward punk that wasn’t stale or screaming “Throw back”. The sound was their own, and their drummer’s hair looks great as she rocks out. The whole thing sounded great for a basement punk show, the vocals sounded less garbled than I am used to, and each instrument had it’s own place in the dank little cavern we were sharing.
After the O’Voids, the Apes took little time to set everything up and get rocking. For music so raucous and wild, there is a surprising amount of discipline behind all of it. From Paul’s powerful Rickenbaucker bass, to Kent and Evan’s dueling guitars, Jane’s keyboards, Ryan’s drumming and of course Adams vocal chords from hell, it all came through in a very professional manner with the precision of a well oiled machine (the machine being an aging washing machine with too many pairs of jeans, and a rinse cycle that’s set to 11, yes 11).
The band made a lot of noise, but it all came through as a musical arrangement that forced it’s self down your eye tubes, and made you chest rattle like a rusty birdcage. There was a point where I had to plug my ear, as it was about 4 feet away from one of the PAs, I could however still differentiate between guitar, vocals, and MOOG. Kudos to all those involved. I am more and more impressed by the Apes every time I see them, they are like a louder and more catastrophic Joy Division, with pangs of bands with “Fuck” in their name. Luckily for everyone in the audience, the loud and crazy music being emitted by the Apes has no angry over tones, and the lyrics don’t incite riots (although I am sure they could if they wanted it to, Montreal is known for a good riot now and then).
One thing that may have squashed any possible riot is Adam’s stage theatrics. Since the beginning, Adam has pushed the limits of “Acceptable Behaviour”, I’ve seen him hump faces, rub his sweaty chest on audience members, and now, I’ve seen him completely disrobe, and perform completely in the nude. Best four dollars I have ever spent! Seriously.