Results tagged “thediableros”

The Diableros have always had the unusual ability to both show and grow; their jumpy beats and awkward vocals are way too in-your-face before you have the chance to actually hear what's going on, let alone absorb it, but eventually the structures unravel. The band's new EP on Outside Records, Old Story, Fresh Road, sticks close to this mandate, but a fresh lineup and streamlined recording process have also added a new focus and a clear direction.

                           

After a barrage of bands and countless bottles of cheap beer, the only survivors of a noisy weekend at NXNE are the photos. Our first two nights were spent hopping between the Reverb, the Silver Dollar, and El Mocambo, while Saturday night brought many oversold tickets, overpacked venues (ah-hem, Wrongbar), and a few unimpressed fans. Alas, the cheap wristband held its worth—the proof is in the pictures.

Photo by Sylvain Dumais from the Torontoist Flickr Pool.

Tonight is the debut of a new super-secret short film directed by Toronto indie-filmaker Sara St. Onge (who, by the way, has the absolute best URL -- "awesomology.com").

i (heart) music has just released their list of the 33 hottest bands in Canada for 2006, as selected by a more than forty Canadian music bloggers (including yours truly, current Torontoist contributor Carrie Musgrave, Said the Gramophone, former Torontoist contributor Frank Yang from Chromewaves, and lots of others). We don't mean to gloat, but it looks like we're still the best city for music in the country.

Looking to check out some live music this week? Here's your listing of what's happening around the city between August 7-13.

Don't think for a second we didn't go to the Diableros CD-release party last Saturday at the Horseshoe. It just took some time to get over the most unfortunate closing of all-time by co-CD releasers FemmeGeneration. Get this: the microphones embarrassingly shut off just as lead singer Bernard Kadosh jumped offstage in a cathartic attempt to end the set. Then some war-time burlesque girls were supposed to throw confetti and streamers into the crowd, but that all landed area between the crowd and the stage. Then, to make matters worst-of-all-time, a nails-on-chalkboard screech was cranked to 11 throughout these mishaps. And this wasn't only our reaction, most people covered their ears. The Diableros were good, though. One could say they were bloody good since guitarist Ian Jackson bled all over his Telecaster after what seemed like only the first song. Listen to their CD here.