So recently, Jesse “the boywonder” and I had an interesting opportunity to catch some fun bands. We Are Wolves headlined La Sala Rossa the other night, accompanied by two Toronto bands with similar sounds, The Creeping Nobodies and No Dynamics. This show could only be described as an all-out attack of the Prog Rock Nation Army!

I was enamored by No Dynamics’ drummer and his massive amounts of drool that somehow soaked his entire t-shirt. Zoe and I thought perhaps he had eaten a few stray kittens before the show began, and he didn’t quite have time to digest ‘em. The Creeping Nobodies, known ’round these parts for their appearances at art loft concerts and support by local screenprinting gurus, Serigraphie Populaire, rocked out in their custom-made style which wasn’t as proggy/synthy as the other two (unfortunately). Definitely “Art Rock”–their songs mostly feature spoken or yelled lyrics over complex polyrhythmic instrumentals, very freakouty and schizophrenicky. At points, the music was appropriate for some head-banging, just as long as one kept an open ear to the air. “The sound of guns goes HA-HA-HA!!”, the band yelled repeatedly in one of their newer songs. Think of Toronto cohorts Rockets Red Glare, also I heard a serious Fugazi influence (but then again, who isn’t influenced by them?).

Ah yes, We Are Wolves. When it was their turn to take the stage, they took their sweet sweet time and built up a gigantic collective anticipation by closing the curtains. What were they doing back there???, we all wondered, eagerly awaiting the slow fade out of the dj’s filler music. Suddenly it came. Curtains opened and smoke billowed out, we saw the tall color collage artwork displayed all over the stage, we saw the hanging dreamcatchers, and then we saw the Quebecois trio walk out with humongous spray-painted skulls somehow fixed above them. The mosh pits began, and quickly consumed the entire front half of the Sala. These guys didn’t just want to rock, they wanted to fuck your ear drums and kick you while you’re down. It was nuts! They screamed and yelled with intensely reverbed vocals that echoed from every direction; they, like dinosaurs, were acting on instinct and preying on young energy. Although the stamina of the mosh pit didn’t exactly make it to the end, the band clearly made it seem like they had to quit while they were ahead, and ended on a high note with a drawn-out repeditive dance number, sort of akin to !!! (Chk Chk Chk). I could only really think of comparing them to a couple other bands: The synth-core of Duchess Says (Montreal) and the freakout dance-noise of bands like The Flying Luttenbachers or Hide and Seek.

We Are Wolves:
La Nature
L.L. Romeo

The Creeping Nobodies:
Your Likeness

I’ll let the music speak for itself.

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