I'm behind in my homework. Multi-review: Metric, Eagles of Death Metal and Peaches

I went to Fort York in Toronto last Saturday to see Metric. It was an all day fest. That is, it was hotter than you can imagine & we knew Metric wouldn't be on stage until dark so we waited for it to cool off some.

The band takes the stage & I'm surprised to be so enthralled with the singer, Emily Hanes. Hrm. She's cute :)

Bathing your act in dark blue & purple light is always a easy way to get my googlly eyes going gonzo. Goodness.


photo courtesy of someone else

An outdoor concert experience was nice for a change. During the show, after dark, the cool part was turning to see the severed rays from templates over spotlights beam several hundred meters across the elevated freeway and onto the lakefront condos. Shining on cars, in windows.


photo courtesy of someone else

At several points in the evening I felt compelled to find a musket and take a defensive position behind the walls of stone surrounding the fort's perimeter. Must be the American in me. Fort York is from the war of 1812. I found it weird to imagine a war setting here nearly 200 years ago. They fought hard so we could have a place to drink our faces off in the sun & spend $30 on a $10 t-shirt.

I heard V, this guy I know, was doing stage work that day in exchange for free show access. As hot as it was I'd have been rather upset that my bits would be sopping wet all fucking day. More worth the ticket to sit & guzzle three beers before the band plays & I go home relaxed. All in all, a very good show...





yes there is a but. Sorry Miss Emily. In the future, do not come on stage for your encore to tell us all to, "Fuck that marketing bullshit. We're here for each other & the music & so are you."

*brelp*

C'mon dude, if it weren't like that, you wouldn't have so much merchandise to sell. My friend wouldn't have felt compelled to drop $60 in addition to the ticket just to have some swag to remember the experience. It was a bummer because it was as though the condemnation of marketing was a sales pitch. You're musicians and you have to make a living. That's fine. Sell your stuff. Just don't sell it by 'damning the man'.



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Eagles of Death Metal


It was weird though. It was another one of those shows where I go to buy the ticket & find out that the band I want to see is not headlining. Whatevs. All it means is I may get home early enough to sleep plenty before work. I can deal.

So.

The Eagles of Death Metal, in case you were wondering or didn't click the link, are a fantastically ridiculous derivative from the Kyuss - Queens of the Stone Age tree. Everything fun and candy-assed cliche about rock & roll comes together with their Camero driving, cigarette smoking, mustache sporting version of humor and music.

I honestly feel that is as much as I can elaborate on them. I got what I wanted which was a silly fantastic time drinking to loud rock. I love the first album & I heard my favorites from it. Thanks guys that was great fun!

Here. Have some more photos I didn't shoot.






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Peaches.

Peaches was the headliner for the evening. I'd never heard of her before. Asking around at work got me nothing more than mixed brands of disinterest. "Lame." "Funny." "Sexually charged." None of the opinions seemed excited about her stop in TO.




Odd. The folks at the show just freakin roared to life when she appeared. Joe & I didn't get it. Yes, sex is cool. But after three songs sounding all so similar, we got fed up with the predictability & boredom & called it a night.



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Metric: Good Show. A respectable three stars
EofDM: Likewise. Three & a half
Peaches: Sorry. I give it a two star generously because the crowd (excepting me) was enchanted with your pelvic thrusts & pulsating rhythm.