Kevin Brasier comes to us highly recommended from Weird Canada (whom we highly recommend). He’s crowd surfed his way from the East in a Killer Haze, laughing all the way – ha-ha! We’re all stoked to have his contributions and many areas of expertise at the Boom. This list won’t reflect his passion and knowledge of classical music, per say, but if you want inexpensive masterpieces on Compact Disc or Vinyl come by and ask him. If you wanna know how to tour the country on a limited budget, ask him. And if you wanna know what’s happening in the communities of Sackville New Brunswick or Downtown Toronto, again, ask him! Now listen in as he shares his favourites from his many adventures this past year, here, in Sackville, and with Aaron and Marie at Wyrd Distro.
Fresh Face Forward
When I moved to Toronto in May, the very first show I went to was a Feast in the East production featuring New Fries. I didn’t really know anyone and felt pretty awkward, but I walked away feeling like “Hot damn! New Fries ruuuuule!!” Punk rock no-wave for fans of the best bands.
Electric Lucifer Book II
Early electronic biblical opera. What? Yes. Required listening if you are: in Sunday school; destroying the dance floor.
I am the Centre: Private New Age Music in America 1950-1990 (2013)
(Light in the Attic)
So one day I was working at the Wyrd Distro HQ, and this baby shows up addressed to head honchos. Me: New Age? Marie: Yes. It’s amazing.
Marie drops the needle, and my jaw dropped the floor. Me: Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh. Wow. This is incredible.
So I guess I love New Age. But its nice to still be accepted by the punks.
(Light in the Attic)
Soft soft synth, guitar, and mumbling from this mysterious Edmontonian. Actually the softest crooning I have ever heard (I don’t even know what he is saying in the song “I thought the world of you”). It is an incredible record. Beautiful, minimal, Lynchian stuff.
Poule Mange Poule
Fellow Wyrdian Rachel Weldon turned me onto this insanely good band from Hull, QC. Strange, pop-post-punk, which makes me want to a) shake my money maker, or; b) bash up some derby cars.
It’s like Jimi Hendrix and Lydia Lunch had a baby and that baby was only fed speed and booze and cocaine and acid and The Stooges for 18 years and then turned loose on the world– wah-wah freaking out ‘the man’ and fuzzing your brain inside out and backwards.
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