I guess it’s kind of obvious, but when I review an album that
I bought myself, not one that I was given for review, it is because it’s an
album that I like and therefore the review will nine times out of ten be a
positive review. I don’t have the money to just go out and buy random albums
for the sake of reviewing them, though I really wish I did. I did this recently
with my review of Ume. I have to
admit that this album, The Colourist;
the self-titled debut album by the California four-piece indie pop rock band, is one of those albums. I came across it on the day of its release,
listening to samples of the songs and I really felt it was something that I
could get in to. Luckily I was right.
I always love getting albums/EPs by unique bands. Some bands
are unique because they are hard to categorize, others are unique because they
aren’t in the realm of bands I’d usually review: not out of disinterest but
merely because I’m typically sent hard rock/metal albums, while my taste in
rock music does go far beyond that limit. London’s The Mouth of Ghosts doesn’t really fit under one specific
categorization. If anything, they’d be classified as one of the many
alternative bands out there, but there is no rock genre more diverse than
alternative. There are also surprising progressive elements to their music, as
well as the odd pop moment. They call themselves “trip-hop,” I never knew what
that was until reading that, but upon looking the genre up, their new EP You Will Go Again From Me is NOT
remotely anything close to “trip-hop.”
About a month ago, my cousin asked me if I was interested in
catching a band that she enjoys at a bar in downtown Toronto close to where she
lives. The band was recently Juno nominated folk group Strumbellas, whom I had never heard of before that point, but the ticket
was cost me nothing and I trust this cousin’s taste in music, plus she needed
someone to go with so I figured I’d come to the rescue, and I ended up having a
hell of a night at this sold out show in a small bar on a snowy night. Not only
did I discover the uniqueness that is Strumbellas music/live performance, but I
also had the pleasure of discovering two other local artists who opened for
them that night; one of them being the country rock infused SarahCripps and the other being soft indie rocker Greg McEvoy. I thoroughly enjoyed all three artists and was pleased
to have left with albums by all three.
I first heard of Montreal’s Ladies of the Canyon from their cleverly placed YouTube
advertisement a few months ago. Like everybody, I hate those advertisements,
but I couldn’t help but find the song absolutely catchy. After a few times of
hearing this commercial I finally decided to check them out so I went and looked
for their new CD Diamond Heart (which
I found out wasn’t entirely new anymore), to find it in the country section. I
disagree with this placement and let me tell you why.
I’ve mentioned this before on occasion, but Boston is one of the first two bands I
ever listened to. Van Halen is the
other of the two. So needless to say, I’ve had a soft spot for both bands my
entire life. It just helps that both bands have made such terrific music.
Boston always had a unique and somewhat difficult journey in making their
music.
I like to think I have a broad sense of music taste. It may
only really centre in the realms of rock, but which seems to confuse people
when I tell them I have a broad taste. Sure there are people out there whose
iPods feature rock along with hip-hop and country and what not, in a sense I
guess that’s a broad taste, more in genres than in music though. I mean they
have country, but only two or three different artists and only a song or two by
each artist, than they have whatever the latest hit is by Katy Perry or
whomever. And the people who listen to classic rock, I’ll be damned if I find
more than just Stairway to Heaven on their iPod. These people should listen to Supertramp, then Joe Walsh, then Our Lady
Peace, then move up to Alter Bridge
and Protest the Hero, THEN tell me I
don’t have a broad sense of music taste.