Electronic / House

Palomosa 2026: MGMT Gives Us Nothing New

by Helena Palmer

The reality of seeing a band that you love do a DJ set is that you probably don’t want to see them do a DJ set. I’ve been a fan of MGMT for over a decade, seeing them live 10 years ago was completely moving and I still rate it as one of the best live shows I’ve ever been to. I know artists are allowed to evolve and take up new hobbies, but I don’t know why Palomosa or the artists themselves insist on having awesome artists do DJ sets instead of live performances. Maybe it’s just me and my personal preferences, but not everyone has to be a DJ. 

Did I dance? Sure. But there was nothing particularly noteworthy about the music they were playing. I wasn’t able to lose myself in it like I had at the previous sets I had been to. 

I know MGMT’s whole thing is that they sort of started as a joke, making incredible music veiled under persistent irony. They became big in the 2010s and the music they played last night did have a sort of LMFAO sheen to it (whether or not they actually played LMFAO, I’m not sure, but you get the point). So maybe they were doing something ironic or working on a vibe that I just didn’t ‘get’. Either way, it was a bit of a disappointing end to the night.

Photo by BIGLAUR Photographie

Carnatic / Electronic / expérimental / contemporain / Free Improvisation / Free Jazz

FIMAV 2026 | Amirtha Kidambi: musiques séduisantes, prolixité militante

by Alain Brunet

À n’en point douter, Amirtha Kidambi est une chanteuse aguerrie et une authentique leader. Sa prestation de jeudi au FIMAV nous l’a confirmé, quoique… Sa voix de contralto fesse dans l’dash, se fond simultanément dans un maëlstrom contrôlé d’harmonium (vu la culture carnatique d’Amirtha, dont les parents sont tamouls, originaires de l’Inde méridionale), synthétiseurs et effets (le groupe au complet), saxophones (Alfredo Colon, soprano, Matt Nelson, ténor), contrebasse (Lester St.Louis) et batterie (Jazon Nazary).

Les ingrédients de cette musique sous la bannière Elder Ones, principal véhicule de Kidambi, constituent un mélange typique du jazz d’avant-garde, singularisé par l’usage du bourdon de l’harmonium comme on l’observe souvent dans la musique classique indienne, bourdon imbriqué dans le groove collectif.

Les ingrédients de la lasagne sont tous savoureux, chaque artiste ici concourt à une œuvre improvisée : la voix n’est pas que chantée, elle est aussi fournie d’onomatopées et de vraies trouvailles texturales, telle est aussi la démarche des collègues de la chanteuse. Ainsi on construit pour chaque pièce un groove sur un patron rythmique relativement linéaire, assortie de thèmes mélodiques et d’explorations typiques du free-jazz pour chacun des instrumentistes.

L’énergie est contagieuse, mais la proposition devient un tantinet linéaire une fois qu’on en a identifié les tenants et aboutissants.

Cette énergie aurait été plus contagieuse si la chanteuse américaine, authentique militante de gauche dont l’art est intimement lié à son engagement politique, ne nous avait pas servi d’aussi longs discours politiques sur des enjeux qui faisaient déjà consensus dans la salle. Non pas qu’il faille réprouver cette posture anti-colonialiste, anti-suprémaciste, ainsi-ICE, anti-ultrariches, anti-Trump et plus encore, mais un tel concert n’a pas besoin d’aussi longues diatribes pour que passe le message. Malheureusement, c’était visiblement too much pour plusieurs festivaliers parce que ça freinait l’élan musical de cette rencontre avec le public. Mais bon, on ne peut conclure à un mauvais concert pour autant, vu la qualité des protagonistes et la justesse du propos.

Crédit photo: Martin Morissette

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Bass Music / Deep House / DJ set / House / hyperpop / Pop

Palomosa 2026: Hannah Diamond Brings The Pinkest DJ Set Ever

by Helena Palmer

Palomosa did a smart thing by moving the festival from the end of the summer to the beginning. Everyone has been waiting for months to put on their cuntiest outfits and get outside. Instead of burnt out and broke, people are now entering the festival excited and energized. Jean Drapeau was flooded by a sea of micro shorts, biker boots and a chorus of “we needed this”. 

Hannah Diamond’s sunset dj performance perfectly encapsulated the ecstasy of the occasion. Her pink hair matched the pink sky. Her mix was made up of euphoric, major key hyperpop songs. The fast pace beats and cutesy vocals made way for a completely blissed out vibe. 

Hannah loosened the crowd up and really set the tone for how the night was going to go. The whole crowd had let their hair down in reckless abandon. Behind her, about 50 people were dancing in the booth. I think anyone could go up there, but it made her look even cooler having all her fans dancing in a circle around her. It was the perfect start to the night, and I’m not kidding when I say, we needed that. Thank you, Hannah Diamond.

Photo by Felix Bonnevie

Electro

EAF – I Can Still Love: Corporation and Andy Stott at S.A.T.

by Loic Minty

It’s 9:30 pm, and there’s a line at the door that wraps around the corner. It’s a big crowd, but you can tell apart the EAF usuals by a remnant smell of Foil gallery perfume and burnt cpu’s. This time, there’s no curtain cutting the room in half; the room fills up to the door, and there’s a buzz around Andy Stott. But first, Corporation.

In a vessel of silence, sharp and thin tones whip through the space like solar flares. Behind them, an eclipse. Right away, you could tell this was no ordinary set.

Corporation is made up of Keru Not Never and Julien Racine, both with successful solo projects, and both longtime collaborators under different monikers. Their talent was no surprise to me. I’d spoken to them months prior, only a day before Andy Stott was to postpone the concert to May, and they had described a valiant effort at composing all new material for the show.

The work did not go unnoticed. From start to finish, Corporation constructed ideas through various methods of gestalt over a plot that kept on thickening. There was a sense of drama, mystery and anticipation that kept you on your toes. Each section was different, yet held a point of reference to the whole, whether it was through reiteration of a texture, or a variation of rhythm that flipped the downbeat and stirred the crowd. The introduction was slightly confused by a sudden and sustained rise in energy, and exhausted an initially great idea of revisiting UK dubstep, but it was just a hiccup, as the rest of the set held beautifully. Accompanied by William Hayes Dulude’s visuals, the experience was cinematic rather than a merely musical, and left me with a feeling of awe and deep appreciation of our local talent and scene.

Tough act to follow, even for Andy Stott it seemed. After the young duo’s eclectic storytelling approach, the veteran’s elongated club-type set was a tough adjustment to make as a listener. Or maybe there was a reluctance because of expectation. 

As is often the case for artists with such refined albums, Andy Stott had a reputation to live up to, and while some danced with carefree amusement to the initial stream of downtempo trip hop, I found myself longing for the signature feeling of space and nuance in his albums like Luxury Problems or Faith in Strangers. In contrast, his live set drowned the room with machinic rhythms, dominating the mix in a way which was enjoyably transparent, but also at times boomy. The start was a little stiff. but thankfully it was transient. 

As time went on and things loosened up a bit and I could pick out the emblematic click and cut aesthetic, the broken rhythms, and melodies on the verge of pop. That sound which is completely unpretentious, and that draws people from all walks of life. In the crowded and damp Espace S.A.T., Stott started chopping vocal samples and the name regained a place of praise in my heart. The lyrics appropriately echoed out: `I can still love’.

Outside, rain began to pour, but the small crowd in front of the S.A.T. refused to disperse, deeply engaged in conversations about the two sets that seemed to have a polarizing effect. One thing is for sure, everyone got their money’s worth.

Jazz / Modern Jazz

We’ll Remember April… at the 9th Floor

by Alain Brunet

Late afternoon, April 28, 2026, “I’ll Remember April” (Gene de Paul) served as the opening standard performed by Montreal pianist Chad Linsley, first in an acoustic trio (Devon Gillingham on double bass, Rich Irwin on drums) before proceeding to the official program led by the musician and his fellow singers, soprano Kerry-Anne Kutz and mezzo Kristin Hoff. It’s worth noting that these two women are both accomplished singers and passionate advocates for vocal art, representing the Festival de la voix (best known in the west end of the island) and Opéra M3F, respectively—the latter being a co-presenter of the concert season at the 9th Floor of the Eaton Centre. That is what we’re discussing here.

After just a few bars, it was clear what kind of keys the Montreal musician was playing! A worthy heir to the pianists at the crossroads of modern jazz and swing who came before him—in short, the triumphant jazz piano of the 1945–1965 era—Chad Linsley masters this style that my own parents and their contemporaries adored, and with which I myself grew up while also loving the blues, hard rock, then progressive rock, jazz-rock, and much more thereafter.

The unapologetic classicism of Chad Linsley’s piano playing draws direct inspiration from the greatest African-American pianists of modern swing—one thinks here of Oscar Peterson, but also of Teddy Wilson, Jaki Byard, Phineas Newborn Jr., and others like Bud Powell—brilliant virtuosos who were also capable of slowing down the tempo for ballads, for most of the jazz transformations of the Great American Songbook.

The trio then becomes a quartet with the arrival of trumpeter Michael Cartile, to welcome Kerry-Anne Kutz for a lovely rendition of Michel Legrand’s standard “Windmills of Your Mind” (English version of “Les Moulins de mon coeur”). One immediately notices the singer’s hybrid style, particularly when she holds long, silky notes, yet is equally capable of scat singing and grasping the rhythmic nuances of modern jazz.

“Angel Eyes” (Matt Dennis/Earl K. Brent), the next standard, was then performed by Kristin Hoff—a very different interpretation from the previous one, more muscular, more robust, and concluding with a beautiful display of energy.

Chad Linsley then offered an instrumental piece with a typical Oscar Peterson ballad, “Wheatland,” followed by “Polka Dots and Moonbeams” (Jimmy Van Heusen/Johnny Burke), a standard that Chet Baker has transcended time and again. Once again, we savored Chad Linsley’s chops before Kerry-Anne Kutz performed her own composition, a ballad titled “We Are One Again.”

The next performance was another opportunity to observe the singers’ hybrid approach, this time coming together for “Et si tu n’existais pas”, the French cover of the famous Italian hit “Oasis,” composed by Pasquale Losito and Toto Cutugno, and popularized in French by Joe Dassin in 1975 with lyrics adapted by the great songwriters Pierre Delanoë and Claude Lemesle. This explains the choice of Oscar Peterson’s “Nigerian Marketplace,” whose harmonic progression captures a spirit similar to that of Joe Dassin’s classic.

The concert concludes on a celebratory note with a heartfelt rendition of “On the Sunny Side of the Street” (Jimmy McHugh/Dorothy Fields), another standard from the American songbook—a nearly century-old piece (1930)—sung by two clearly inspired vocalists, accompanied by lovely solos (trumpet and piano), all capped off by a lovely improvised ballad in the spirit of New York bars from an era that feels increasingly distant.

We conclude that this jazz from another era, performed by talented musicians from the local scene, has also become… a classic.

Tracks and Feel: Live Sports at Bar le Ritz PDB

by Lyle Hendriks

As we struggle for breathing room in the sardine can of a sold-out Bar le Ritz, there’s a sleepy buzz beginning to rise amongst the Wednesday night crowd who’ve shown up for longtime indie sensations Sports. 

First, though, we’re introduced to Chrissy, a singer-songwriter from LA whose artist name makes her as difficult to research as the headliner. She holds impressive power over the vibrating room despite being up there on her own, with a dulcet voice that’s inarguably captivating, even if I find her overall arrangements to be a little simple for my taste.

After an extremely quick set from Chrissy, it’s now time for the main event. Sports is no doubt playing in some relatively major venues on this world tour, evidenced by the intricate setup of stage lights that fill the space onstage. With a brief instrumental intro, vocalist Cale Chronister takes the stage, decked out in a Britpop-inspired fit of chunky sunglasses and a white tracksuit to match.

Sports has been in the game for more than a decade, with an impressive musical catalogue that spans many, many eras of my personal life. Perhaps that’s why it’s so surprising that, when you hear songs from across their history stacked up next to each other, so much of it sounds the same. 

It’s a pleasure to hear nostalgic tracks like “Someone You’d Rather Be Dating” and “You Are the Right One”. These songs take me back to teenage bong chops and anxious waits for texts back, as I suspect they do for many. But when combined with cuts from their new self-titled LP, the Sports catalogue tends to blend together into a wash of throaty bass over lacklustre drum machines, holding this act back from their full live potential.

None of this is to say that Sports puts on a bad show. Despite my thoughts on their same-y setlist, they eventually coerced and cajoled the crowd into clapping, singing, and dancing along, and it’s clear that for those who have history with Sports, nothing can remove them from that soft, special spot in our hearts. I’d argue that a live drummer would transform Sports’ set, but on the other hand, transformation has never been the strong suit of this rock-steady act. 

For those looking for a direct hit of the comforting, familiar thrum of Sports and their sexy, funk-infused pop experiments, their live show is one you won’t want to miss.

Photos Stephan Boissonneault

Indie Pop / Synth-Pop

Grace Ives, extremely intimate and volatile

by Helena Palmer

Grace Ives blessed Montreal this past Saturday on the second stop of her Girlfriend tour. It was the first true spring day we had experienced, so the vibes were high. And what better way to punctuate the weekend than by cramming into Bar Le Ritz to watch the artist give us all she’s got.

The crowd goes wild when the pink-haired pop star emerges from backstage, along with her drummer and all-star keys/bass/dj guy. The room is completely dark as anticipation rises. Then: the punchy kick of “Avalanche,” flashing pink and red lights illuminating the stage. Her sweet voice floats over the room, and the crowd is completely mesmerized. 

She plays all the tracks from her new album, peppered with old favourites including “Shelly” and “Icing on The Cake.” A fan reaches up and hands her a bouquet of flowers. There is something so soft and feminine about all the pink, the flowers, and her sugary voice on a spring evening, despite the force of the band and volatility of her production. 

The emotional peak is when she sits down at the piano and serenades us with “My Mans.” Less danceable than most of her songs, but, I speak on behalf of everyone in the room when I say: goosebumps. 

After her final song she leaves the stage, but not without the whole room screaming “STUPID BITCHES! STUPID BITCHES!” with such demand and desperation until she reappears to sing her encore, an insanely energetic and memorable performance of the closing track from Girlfriend, “Stupid Bitches”.

It was a very intimate show, and feels cool to have seen Ives perform in such a small venue, when she is surely on the cusp of skyrocketing as more people discover the wonderful, whimsical world of Grace Ives.

Photos by Julia Mela

Electroacoustic / Electronic / expérimental / contemporain

UdeM – Ultrasound | Florence Dubé, Allison Chidiac, Alexandre Hamel, Alexandre Vaillant, Florence Lafontaine, Olivier Martin-Fréchette, Charles Anthony Raymond-Plante, Jacob Boucher, Rafaël Bouthillette, Félix Gervais-Richard

by Jeremy Fortin

Last Thursday, Sala Rossa opened its doors for the University of Montreal’s Ultrasons series, presenting six unique performances created by undergraduate students in digital music.

The performance titled *Mukput* by Florence Dubé and Allison Chidiac kicks off the concert. Conceived as a live stream on a platform like Twitch, the two performers present a spread of dishes from Lebanon and Quebec. Throughout the performance, they sample the dishes accompanied by music that sometimes shifts in response to their movements, creating a constant groove throughout the piece.

Alexandre Hamel presents Dante, a custom-built instrument created by Brui, his electronic instrument company. The instrument is a dual-oscillator, dual-format unit controlled by a ribbon controller with pitch detection. The performance is thus an exploration of the possibilities offered by this brand-new instrument.

“Saxophone Conversation” by Alexandre Vaillant brings this first part of the concert to a close. Alone on stage, armed with his saxophone and his computer, the piece blends saxophone and electronics, blurring the line between what is actually played by the performer and what is reproduced electronically—whether it be added reverb or certain motifs played on loop.

After a short intermission, Florence Lafontaine presents Mon pays. With the help of Olivier Martin-Fréchette, they perform Gille Vigneault’s classic text over a soundtrack that expands as the performance progresses before gradually fading away.

Charles Anthony Raymond-Plante presents his piece titled Sirens. In an atmosphere thick with tension, where the bass reigns supreme, we hear sounds erupting in response to the movements of his hands as he triggers the noises that follow one after another throughout the piece.

The concert concluded with Industrial Sonata in E Minor, a performance by Jacob Boucher, Rafaël Bouthillette, and Félix Gervais-Richard. This piece certainly elicited the strongest reaction from the audience. At times reminiscent of death metal, the blend of sounds (often with an industrial edge) allows us to discern melodic-rhythmic motifs that, in turn, give us the impression of hearing a melody throughout the performance.

Here is a diverse program offering a compelling glimpse of the rising stars of digital music in Quebec.

Electroacoustic / Electronic

UdeM – Ultrasound | Aurélie Théroux Sénécale, Maurice du Berger, Zao Dinel, Platon Beliaevskin, Ziryab El Hihi, Ac Riznar, Alex Ronald Brisson, Matisse Charbonneau, Jaden Brown

by Jeremy Fortin

About twenty speakers hung over the Claude Champagne Hall on Wednesday for the opening night of the 2025–2026 season of Ultrasons. For the occasion, a mix of acousmatic pieces, performances, and video installations was showcased through student projects.

The concert opens with the piece Nulle part je n’habite, sauf ici, en moi-même by Aurélie Théroux Sénécale. Surrounded by a console and old televisions, the TV screens project a snowy image onto a giant screen, where the sound and the image are in constant interaction. The oscillations on the “snow” displayed on the televisions evolve in response to the frequency changes emitted by the composer, taking us on a stroboscopic journey.

In Maurice du Berger’s Untitled No. 1, a fully acousmatic piece, we are absorbed by the soundscape that evolves and shifts around us. With a somber tone, the piece unfolds without pushing the extremes too far, featuring moments tinged with lightness before returning to the same dark atmosphere of the beginning.

After setting his violin aside for several years, Zao Dinel returns to his primary instrument for an acousmatic composition titled I Use to Play Violin. Divided into three parts, the opening section showcases the violin in its simplest form, with layered violin recordings illustrating the instrument’s capabilities. The second part depicts a rehearsal in which the performer stubbornly attempts to play a score that is too difficult for his skill level. This exchange between him and the imaginary orchestra leads into a final section mirroring the first, where the violin remains the center of attention, this time focusing on violin pizzicatos.

The piece titled ꙮ, by composer Platon Beliaevskin, begins with a highly rhythmic section before a sudden shift in which we are plunged into pure chaos, punctuated by screams, as the piece attempts—unsuccessfully—to return to the rhythmic stability of the opening.

After a short intermission, Reste de Ziryab El Hihi continues the concert. A structure stands at the center of the stage, with a video projection of a forest unfolding before our eyes. A sudden break interrupts the opening of the piece, giving way to white noise, and the structure quietly comes to life, moving before our eyes, with the aluminum producing sounds against the backdrop of this constant white noise.

Ac Riznar’s piece Yarning Yearning builds toward a massive crescendo that gains momentum as it unfolds. Throughout the piece, we experience a sense of déjà vu as certain sounds recur while traveling through the space created by the dome of speakers.

Alex Ronald Brisson, for his part, titled his piece ⅼ┧″⬤⡂. This piece was certainly one of the most complete of the evening. By making use of the spatialization available to him, he succeeds in immersing us in his universe, where, over the course of the piece, a certain familiarity sets in with the sounds we hear, despite the impossibility of identifying exactly what those sounds are.

A music video—that’s why Matisse Charbonneau chose this format for his piece *Попіл*, a work that depicts the chaos of war, accompanied by ambient music, followed by a moment of rupture where chaos is unleashed both sonically and visually.

Jaden Brown and his composition Mère Michel bring this first Ultrasons concert to a close. Inspired by three CDs that are dear to him, we are swept away on a journey where we hear snippets of this music without necessarily being able to identify it clearly.

Les étudiants ont présenté des œuvres de haut niveau dans un concert où le temps s’est déroulé à grande vitesse sous le talent de ceux-ci.

musique du monde

Nuits d’Afrique Productions | Zalam Kao, Grand Prize Winner of the Syli d’Or

by Frédéric Cardin


My friend Alain Brunet and I were at the 2026 Sylis d’Or Finals on Thursday night at the National. Three bands were in the running: Zalam Kao with their blend of Latin, groove, and hip-hop; Bastin Band with their effective raï fusion style; and Tamboréal Samba Bloco with their spectacular festive and Carioca energy, mixed with rhythms from the Northeast and even rock riffs (Smoke on the Water as a fun nod in one of the songs). The voting results (a combination of the public’s choice and a professional jury’s evaluation) awarded the gold medal to Zalam Kao, the silver to Tamboréal, and the bronze to Bastin Band.

My friend and I are, to say the least, surprised by this ranking, as our ears did not perceive the three performances in the same way as the announced result.

Zalam Kao’s performance suffered from vocals that lacked stability and were often off-key. At least two of the three, that is, since Mohamed Magri’s voice was very solid. The young man, it seems to me, comes from a jazz background. In addition to delivering a few successful vocal performances, he also played the keyboard, the flute, and a piccolo cornet! He is undoubtedly the most accomplished musician in the group. The guitar, bass, and drums were adequate, though they didn’t have to demonstrate particularly demanding technical skills. Zalam Kao’s strength, perhaps, lies in having presented entirely new material. They certainly deserve praise, but they’ll need to refine several interpretive details if they hope to build something lasting.

Bastin Band delivered a stronger performance at a National venue with poor sound quality. The sound lacked definition in both detail and color. During the semifinals at Balattou, I could hear much more clearly. Yesterday, more often than not, I felt like I was being hit with a thick wall of sound. Still, Bastin Band’s Algéro-Kebs brought a lot of energy, focusing largely on covers from their repertoire, ranging from an Arabic version of “Sympathy for the Devil” to Cheb Mami. Lots of stuff you’ll hear at the next North African wedding. Not exactly original, but they do it well.

It was the group of some fifteen musicians from Tamboréal that, at first glance, seemed to us to be the most likely to win the grand prize. They played mostly samba-style percussion, the kind you hear at the Rio Carnival or in the Northeast! Leader Carlos Enrique Feitosa added bass and cavaquinho to the mix. Here again, the lack of originality (it was essentially “classic” samba) likely worked against the group. It’s a shame in the sense that he seemed to us to be the one best suited to lead a full concert, outdoors or indoors, while meeting minimum standards of musical quality—and not just prioritizing novelty at all costs (which in no way detracts from our appreciation of originality in general).

The audience and the jury have made their choice. Let’s see what the future holds.

Photo Credit : Peter Graham

Krooked Kings, catchy human experience

by Samuel Lemieux

On a grey, pouring night, Annika Wells and Krooked Kings manage to come in from Toronto to offer us lethal doses of catchy pop riffs and sing-along choruses all night long, allowing the audience to believe for a moment that summer has come knocking around earlier than expected. 

Annika Wells originated from Sleepy Hollow, Marin County, California, but has since moved to Los Angeles and with her immense talent and creativity, she now travels the world, performing her catchy love songs. She crawled into the spotlight in 2017 as she co-wrote “Crawl Outta Love,” alongside worldwide acclaimed electronic producer Illenium, which won the grand prize at the International Songwriting Competition. From there, she hoped to tour with Illenium in 2019 and has since then indulged in TikTok trend songs and more organic releases, such as “Eat Dirt,” released in 2019, and her newly released album “into the undergrowth” which came out in January 2026. 

Throughout her opening set, Annika takes us travelling through break-ups and make-ups along her life, her angelic, soft, melodious voice allows us to bond over love stories and Connor McCoy, her guitarist, alongside drummer India Pascucci, handles every rhythmic concern. The performance is tight, the backing tracks, although numerous, don’t alter the experience, and the band stays tight and sways gracefully through stories and melodies. By the end, we all take a shot together, as the band steps off stage, I feel nostalgic, as if somehow, I’d known her for so long. Was it the booze mixed with their music or simply the altered state of fatigue? I don’t know, but I surprised myself wishing I could re-live every heartbreak I’d gone through as a teenager with Annika’s music playing in the background. It’s safe to say, Annika Wells’ performance crawled under my skin. My verdict: hearing Annika Wells on streaming platforms is great, but seeing her live, the experience becomes mesmerizing and quite unique.

A quick cigarette break, and I can’t help but notice no one else smokes.
 Krooked Kings, come onstage, the crowd is screaming. For a room half-filled, representing approximately 150 people, the decibels give away an impression of a sold-out show. The band’s pop choruses slashed with indie, Muse-like guitar riffs, get me dancing. From the first note to the last note, relentless applause fills the room. All around me, the crowd cheers, sings, and laughs, demanding more enchanted melodies. Krooked Kings, from Salt Lake in Utah, embrace the American lifestyle with all its ups and downs through their rich and varied catalogue. As the night blazes through each catchy hook, the singer admits his faults and the more positive moments that inspired songs like “Lying Through Their Teeth,” “Wish We Could Be Friends, and my personal favourite, “Headhunters”. Although tired, everyone in the room screams for an encore when the clock strikes 10. The band happily comes back on stage to perform three songs, including “Catacombs which sets the place on fire. Exiting the venue, I left feeling old, the whole night was transcendental, I think to myself. Every song had us bonding over shared human experiences, some good and others sad. Krooked Kings, a band that resonates with life experiences, will keep touring North America, passing by Cambridge, Philadelphia, Washington, New York and more.

classique

Meagan Milatz and The OSM musicians: Two Opposite Universes

by Pietro Freiburger

On April 10, at Bourgie Hall, the OSM musicians were joined by pianist Meagan Milatz for a chamber music concert. The program included music by Haydn and Shostakovich.

The concert opened with Haydn’s Quartet Op. 77 No. 2 in F major, interpreted with great refinement in sound and remarkable structural balance. The excellent articulation and phrasing highlighted the cohesion between the musicians of the Montreal Symphony Orchestra, who did justice to the character of the various movements with great awareness.

The concert continued with Two pieces by Shostakovich, Adagio and Allegretto, which represented a great contrast to the previous work. The Adagio, in the name of drama and nostalgia, once again highlighted the quality of the sound of the musicians, who in the Allegretto showed great brio and irony. The Quintet op. 57, a work of great complexity, saw the collaboration of Meagan Milatz.

After a Prelude that was both discreet and intense, the Fugue was an overwhelming movement, with very delicate atmospheres and extreme dissonances linked by a very articulated contrapuntal language. The Scherzo acted as an interesting bridge to the Intermezzo, where the musicians enraptured the audience with a magical sound, and then ended with the Finale, a varied movement characterized by the excellent vibrato of the musicians. A very well studied program and a truly remarkable interpretation by all the artists, warmly applauded by the audience in the hall.

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