Winnipeg
sits in the periphery of the music lovers vision.
Mention
it and some may scratch their heads and offer Bachman-Turner
Overdrive up, or maybe even Crash Test Dummies, as bands that they,
correctly, think come from Winnipeg.
At a push
The Weakerthans may get a mention, depending on what sort of circles
you move in, but as the sum of their knowledge of bands that have
come from there hovers around three at a push it falls far short of
covering the talent that the area has to offer in the present.
It was
BOATS who were originally the band that grabbed my attention and blew
me away when they last toured the UK.
Their 'A
fairway full of miners' album was my gateway introduction to what was
going on over there, and now here I am feeling the same sense of
excitement as I listen to the 2011 debut from Les Jupes.
It's
grandiose, but intimate, masculine in how the music is delivered, but
equally there's a sensitivity to it that acts as a counter balance.
Balance.
It's a
word that keeps coming back to me.
Something
that I am continually searching for and it is this that is found on
Modern Myths.
A lovely
balance.
For every
sonic yin there's a yang.
Every
shout has a whisper, every crash of a cymbal has a brush of a
keyboard to accompany it.
I'm
beguiled by it all.
In recent
years the mainstream press has steered the ship away from reviewers
saying how music makes them feel, and every day I am thankful that I
am not part of that machine and I can hand on heart claim to be
beguiled.
That I
can comfortably say that I have fallen deeply and irrevocably in love
with a band, a piece of music, or whatever else takes my fancy, and
here right now, right in this very precise moment in time, I am in
love with Modern Myth.
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