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Oh, how we wanted Holy Fuck to win the 2008 Polaris Prize.

           

The shortlist for this year's Polaris Prize was announced at the Drake Hotel this morning. The $20,000 prize, established by Steve Jordan and now in its third year, "annually honours, celebrates and rewards creativity and diversity in Canadian recorded music by recognizing, then marketing the albums of the highest artistic integrity, without regard to musical genre, professional affiliation, or sales history, as judged by a panel of selected critics and experts." Last year, it went to Patrick Watson for his band's Close to Paradise; they used it to pay off a $16,000 bill from Budget for crashing a rent-a-car. The year before that, it went to Owen Pallett (Final Fantasy); he used it to pay off his boyfriend's student loans.

It's May 24 long weekend, and you know what that means: clash of the mega-parties. On Sunday, the Guvernment complex will be hosting Freedom 08. Two-time DJ Mag anointed No. 1 DJ Paul Van Dyk will be rocking the Koolhaus. Electro lovers should not miss Chicago's Felix da Housecat and local favourite Nasty Nav spinning at The Drink. The Guvernment will feature house icons Bad Boy Bill and Erick Morillo. For people that prefer their dance music in the 160 to 180 bpm range, the Orange Room will feature some of the city's finest drum and bass talent.

Photo by Sylvain Dumais from the Torontoist Flickr Pool.

"Just take those old records off the shelf, I'll sit and listen to 'em by myself, today's music ain't got..." Oh. Ahem...sorry, just reliving the old days of Fisher-Price rollerskating around the house to Bob Seger (and Joan Jett, if anyone's counting). Did you know that good ol' Bob is in town this week at the ACC? Did anyone know he was still alive and kicking? There are still tickets available for Tuesday, so it might be a good opportunity to spend some quality bonding time with the parents.

Tsk, tsk. Late two weeks in a row. Someone needs a good spanking. Next week we'll get our act together and put Torontoist before busy schedules and get this puppy out on time. Pinky swear.

It was printed right on the tickets, but I guess the gravity of what “DRS 6” meant didn’t sink in until Saturday’s Wolf Parade concert was underway. Arriving with my friends close to seven, the band Holy Fuck was already into their opening set- which was odd, since Frog Eyes was supposed to be the supporting act. Maybe they had just added more acts to the bill, someone suggested. Of course, the fact that members of Wolf Parade were/are in Frog Eyes and that Wolf Parade opened their set with a brand new song only compounded the problem: it wasn’t until the second song of their set when the supposed Frog Eyes started playing a song from Wolf Parade’s debut LP “Apologies to the Queen Mother” that this was, um, Wolf Parade.

Spin Gallery presents the work of James Meija, Chad VanGaalen and Julie Fader with performances by Julie, Brian Borcherdt and Chad and DJ sets by Off The International Radar and Holy Fuck. It all goes down tonight, starting at 7 pm at 1100 Queen Street West.

Canadian Music Week at Lee’s Palace featured smells of raw sewage and stolen equipment. On two separate nights of CMW, Brian Borcherdt from Holy Fuck and Brian Poirier from the FemBots were shocked to find that their gear had vanished. Perhaps the thieving hoodlum(s) created the sewage disaster as a distraction ploy. Please contact the Brians if you have their items or know where their belongings are located. If your name is Brian, Torontoist would advise caution on future visits to Lee’s Palace.

Calling Beat, Breaks and Culture the Toronto Electronic Music Festival is a bit of a pickle. Supposing the ‘electronic’ refers to the "computer generated visual performance, film and video" and "live Canadian and international electronic artists," there’s still a real gap between the ‘electronic artist’ tag and the highlights Platinum Pied Pipers. Featuring Detroit’s finest rapper/producer Jay Dee, the PPPipers, along with Jean Grae, graffiti art and the film Freestyle, represent the festival’s strong hip-hop flavour - making the ‘electronic’ aspect an aftertaste. Not to say Denise Benson or Out Hud are an aftertaste, but more so that this is an odd collection of artists to file in one cabinet. But then again, if the worst part of a festival is the name, you have yourself a worthwhile event.