Now in its fourth iteration, Arctangent Festival is quickly consolidating its status as a Mecca for fans of all things post-, math- and alt.
Tobacco is back to melt your VHS tapes and morally corrupt your 80s nostalgia with another wave of heat-warped electro, Sweatbox Dynasty infested with glittering earworms
The dusky romance of their previous releases might feel absent here, but what it lacks in noirish mystery it makes up for in their tastiest jams yet
Their presence is a dangerous blend of confrontation and intrigue, their output dizzying in its sheer volume.
If tonight’s back-and-forth chatter is any indication, Toronto’s BadBadNotGood still can’t quite believe their luck.
Like a sober FIDLAR emerging from a weekend bender into the crisp Toronto daylight, this latest iteration of Greys feels jubilant and grubby
A meeting of the bare-bones nihilism of post punk and dirt-speckled rock ‘n’ roll glamour that is White Lung’s own
'Pile' is an exemplar of rock and roll remaining a relevant force in modern music.
It is a demonstration of Jakob at the peak of their powers; lofty scope, bristling escalation
The show has a feeling of cohesion, of self-containment, which is both satisfying and predictable.
No One Deserves Happiness; a melodramatic title belying so little of the genuine trauma of its contents that it’s laughable
The melodic sensibilities will satisfy the indie casual, but for those willing to dig deeper an affecting, bipolar experience awaits
Any show built on the structure of a full-album play through is going to inherit issues from the record release.
When she climbs into the crowd for a mercilessly intimate ‘Hit Me’ the moment feels unreal in its intensity.
The “fuck the system!” attitude of Pilot is inherently satisfying, even if the sentiment feels twee when viewed through 2015’s apathetic eye.
It’s clear that their relentless touring schedule is paying off with bigger, more enthusiastic crowds.
Mixed with the curb-stomp beats of garage rock and delivered with the enthusiasm and energy of a band in their youth, it’s a familiar yet vital display.
Tonight’s set is consistently powerful, leaning on material from 2015’s exceptional Painted Shut.
Like a bizarro world Beach Boys, La Luz’s guitar-led slow jams are two parts surf, two parts R&B vocal harmony with a twist of gothic Americana.
Their uncompromising drive for gnarly sound is challenging but the album refuses to degenerate into ugliness.
New Bermuda is a new noise securing its foundations in black and post metal, while pushing into unexpected territory. It’s a dynamic and surprising record.