Indie Rock / Shoegaze

Pop MTL 2026 I frown line Is Back in Action

by Lyle Hendriks

Few modern-day Montreal bands have commanded the respect or enjoyed the staying power of frown line. Fronted by Annika Devlin, this indie rock act has been a mainstay of the city’s music scene for years, with steady local growth alongside a meteoric rise online and on the road.

Now sporting a partially new lineup of Jacob Barton on guitar, Jack Moore on drums, and Juan Jimenez on bass, Frown Line has honed in on their signature sound even further, delivering a masterful set to an eager Casa del Popolo crowd on Thursday night at POP Montreal. 

This show marked the end of frown line’s last tour, and you could tell they’d put in the hours over the past few weeks. Every moment is crafted meticulously. Passages on guitar from Barton charge into the mix for a few measures, then slink away to make space for another choppy, headbang-inducing moment between Jimenez and Moore on the rhythm side. Devlin’s voice is as angelic and heartbreaking as ever, even-keeled and always, ALWAYS on key, no matter how rapturous the instrumental gets. 

Having seen frown line play a number of times now, I’m continuously impressed by their consistency. Every song is tuned to perfection, mindfully arranged, and played within an inch of its life, with Devlin’s steady, pressing energy driving the entire affair forward. While the new frown line-up isn’t a reinvention by any means, there are moments where it begins to teeter into something darker and heavier, a sound I’d love to see them experiment more with. Whether you’re new to the ways of frown line or if it’s just been a while since you caught a set, they’re absolutely worth catching in this new form.

Indie / Indie Folk / Singer-Songwriter

Pop MTL 2026 I Sofia Wolfson And the Art of the Solo Set

by Lyle Hendriks

With her ethereal, honeydrip voice, friendly onstage demeanour, and layered guitar playing, Sofia Wolfson is clearly no stranger to opening the night or being up there all on her own. The LA-born indie songwriter looks comfortable and at ease on the Casa stage for POP Montreal’s Thursday night, opening up the night for full band acts and riotous rappers alike. But for her 30-minute set, the tone is thoroughly decided: Soft, sweet, and a little sad.

One thing that immediately sets Wolfson’s sound apart from other indie singer-songwriters is her guitar work. Complex, slightly jagged chords are constantly coming through, creating a surprisingly rich texture for her soothing, slightly forlorn vocals to reverberate off of. On tracks like “From Up Here,” she’s able to dig a little deeper, letting her near-perfect voice quiver and break just a touch, giving us a glimpse into the heartbreak and ennui that no doubt inspired its writing.

Between tracks, Wolfson comes off as confident, cool, quirky. She chats to the crowd like we’re all gathered in her living room, as though she could say anything and know we’d care for her all the same. Though I had arrived at the set pregamed and ready to thrash about, I ultimately didn’t mind a gentle sway to Wolfson and her catalogue of tragic beauty.

Fans of Soccer Mommy, Clairo, Puma Blue, and other lower-fi indie darlings will know and love Wolfson’s plain-spoken yet literary writing style, thoughtful instrumentation, and pervasive sense of peaceful melancholy.

Dancehall / Dub / Dub Reggae / Reggae

Pop MTL 2026 | Honeydrip, a DJ like No Other

by Sandra Gasana

While waiting for Sister Nancy to take the stage, I found myself in the basement of the Rialto to check out Honeydrip, a prominent figure in Montreal’s underground electronic scene. When I arrived, this DJ—who’s been in the business for about ten years—was mixing dub and reggae with bass lines that were blowing our eardrums away. And as the set went on, the tempo picked up, making more and more room for electro while retaining the dreamy, atmospheric quality of reggae. Deeply focused on her turntables, she didn’t interact much with her audience, who seemed captivated and danced throughout the entire set.

Honeydrip is also a respected bass music producer and speaker builder, in addition to pursuing her DJ career both nationally and internationally. She has toured Europe, South America, and Canada and is gaining more and more attention.

She wrapped up her set with some dancehall and chose the track “Nobody Moves, Nobody Gets Hurt,” much to the delight of the audience, who broke into applause.

When Honeydrip isn’t behind the turntables, she leads workshops for women and the LGBTQ+ community to empower them and include them in sound system culture. She’s a trailblazer in her choice of labels and has already released music on labels such as Banofee Pies Records, among others, and continues to contribute to the development of sound system culture in Montreal. A name to watch!

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Indie Rock

Pop MTL 2026 | Plants and Animals and Divan Orange, a dive in the past

by Joséphine Campbell-Lashuk

On the second night of the Plants and Animals takeover of the recreated Divan Orange you can hear the older Montreal indie scene reaching towards us.

After a year of looking back at early 2000s indie music we can see a willingness for the former patrons of the space to appreciate its influence. From the release of Mile end kicks to the iconic and nostalgic patricwatson performance at this year’s jazz fest, everyone is thinking of the early hipsters and Montreal’s influence on that culture.

The crowd here to Plants and Animals were jubilant and chatty, running into old friends and singing to familiar songs. This seems like the platonic ideal of Montreal music, a chugging beat you’ve heard from half moon run and arcade fire with grunge inspired guitar. It sounds like this city.

Warren Spicer’s clear voice pierces through and is bolstered by the enthusiastic audience. The room is hot and bustling throughout the set, the band jumps and dances on stage playing out long transitions that lull us into a lovely state. The set shifts from their indie rock bangers that you can learn the words to after one listen and long melodic songs that draw us in.

Half way through the set they invite Adèle Trottier-Rivard to join them on stage. Known for being one half of the duo Bibi Club alongside Nicolas Basque the guitarist and bassist for plants and animals. Her gentle voice blends with the band and makes for a lovely transition with the end of the set.

The very last song of the set a second series of guests are invited on stage. Six young boys, the sons of the musicians, join and sing the chorus with the band as they pass the torch of the Montreal indie scene. While there was an undeniably special boom for the indie scene in their heyday it is still alive and well. The music of Montreal continues to be shaped by the city and be connected to it’s origins.

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Folk / Jazz Pop / rétro-soul

Pop MTL 2026 | Tachie Menson, an unknown on her way to fame

by Alain Brunet

Tachie Menson is an unknown artist on her way to fame. An emerging songwriter, she is reportedly from London, grew up in New York, and now lives in Montreal, where she is pursuing a master’s degree in audio recording.

Tachie Menson is talented; she exudes intelligence. As seen Friday at L’Esco, her performances are never forced, and her songwriting style has a classic flair.

Reminiscent of Joan Armartrading, her gorgeous afro contrasts with her small tie and neo-hippie outfit. Her appearance is androgynous, gender-neutral—and that’s just perfect.

It doesn’t take long to recognize her talent: a beautiful mezzo-soprano/contralto voice, lovely folk-style guitar strumming, jazzy folk, R&B, and a likable trio backing her up, drawing inspiration from the ’70s, ’80s, and ’90s—and drawing almost nothing from the decades that followed.

A self-taught guitarist, Tachie Menson is content to play (very well) the carefully crafted chords of her songs and draw out a few smooth effects from her Gibson Les Paul.

She’s recorded almost nothing so far, but it’s easy to see her disconcerting ease in expressing herself and offering a body of work that’s both classic (from the get-go) and unique (as she plays).

Tachie Menson is going to make a name for herself, I’m telling you. Hey, it’s been a while since I’ve written “I’m telling you.”

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Dancehall / Electronic / Hip Hop / House / jungle / Queercore

Pop MTL 2026 | Infinite Coles, mesdames, messieurs et bien plus encore

by Alain Brunet

Vous aurez tôt fait de le kiffer ou le réprouver, vous en entendrez assurément parler.  Infinite Coles, le fils queer de Ghostface Killah, est une arme nucléaire pour neutraliser toute homophobie, transphobie et autres intolérances planétaires. La demi-heure passée devant sa face valait la soirée entière à vadrouiller d’un bar à une salle à une boutique réaménagée en salle de concert. 

Le Bal Bizarre de Pop Montréal, prévu vendredi au Rialto Hall (à l’étage du théâtre), avait pour invité principal ce rapper, chanteur, danseur, meneur, bref une créature très spéciale que l’univers a engendré. 

SweetFaceKillah, comme l’indique le titre d’un album lancé l’an dernier en guise de boutade au paternel, assume tout.

La tornade est réelle, tangible, mémorable.

Cette très courte performance produit cet effet rare d’excitation lorsqu’on découvre une bombe de la pop culture. 

Son look fusion femme-homme, drag sur les bords mais pas complètement, est majestueusement assumé. Son flow est hallucinant et il sait chanter. Il danse en toute aisance avec ses potes, toustes maîtrisent les patrons chorégraphiques du hip-hop, soul/R&B. Le mouvement des corps est aussi induit par les énergies house, dancehall (batty boy cité au passage), afrobeats, footwork, jungle, funk et plus encore. 

Srylistiquement, Infinite Coles aime se décrire comme un caméléon, il apparaît pot ma part simplement ouvert à tout et maîtrise déjà les dosages de ses nombreuses inclinations qui font sa marque. Il faut insister, les entertainers de ce calibre ne sont pas légion, forcément moins visibles chez les Blacks non binaires à l’échelle planétaire, on ne vous fera pas un dessin.

On ne peut donc que prendre la claque, et accueillir cette expression afro-descendante ou afro tout court. Il va sans dire, la culture afro-américaine n’échappe pas à cette dimension bien réelle de l’humanité en profonde mutation. Et dont Infinite Coles deviendra possiblement une figure emblématique.

Alors il y a  au fond de la salle un DJ avec des oreilles de minou. Il y a au centre un proscenium bas, ceinturé par le public. Il y a au centre des mecs qui dansent et galvanisent tous les humains présents. Il y a des pièces essentiellement construites sur le rythme et le verbe, desquelles des beatmakers ont créé des environnements propices à l’extase musicale. Il y a une formidable bête de scène, ruisselant de sueur dans ses fringues androgynes. 

À moins qu’il se tire lui-même dans le pied, ou qu’il soit victime d’un grave accident de parcours, Infinite Coles a toutes les chances de relayer son Wu-Tang Clan de père à travers un spectaculaire (et très divertissant) conflit de génération entre queers et mâles alphas. Fort probablement, c’était la première et la dernière fois qu’on le voyait au Rialto Hall.

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Contemporary Opera

From gay giraffes to loquacious egg cells, from surrealism to queer transhumanism, Opér’actuel 2026 is more contemporary, and fun, than ever

by Frédéric Cardin

The final show of the Opér’Actuel 2026 Festival took place yesterday (but is also being repeated today, September 26, at 3 PM and 7:30 PM). The format of the show is not new in itself: a sort of showcase of excerpts from several contemporary operas in the process of being written. Opér’Actuel, before its transformation into a biennial one-week festival, was a biennial event itself, featuring a single grand event like yesterday’s, repeated over two days. In summary, they kept the formula and added other events over the course of a week. There you go.

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Yesterday, we were invited to discover six works-in-progress of contemporary/experimental musical theatre. All these terms are appropriate because the vastness of genres and approaches was impressive. The evening began outside the Calixa-Lavallée Center (in Lafontaine Park in Montreal), where the audacious soprano Sarah Albu (who was also the curator, programmer, and director of the evening) offered us a sort of happening experience in which she harangued the audience, sometimes asking them to rub against each other, jump, and take turns screaming in front of her, screams she repeated exactly (I immediately thought of Marina Abramović), or to imitate animal sounds, including those of homosexual giraffes. All this was flanked by two largely impassive musicians from the Paramirabo ensemble (Jeffrey Stonehouse and Krystina Marcoux), dressed like Glam-Goth Men in Black. The occasional passers-by were astonished. Albu gives everything in this kind of adventure, and we must salute her commitment. But, ultimately, this piece by the Brazilian-Danish Marcela Lucatelli, titled Songs of Survival: A Manual for Life, was more akin to Dadaist theatre than opera (there was hardly any singing).

That said, the playful and good-natured performance had the advantage of putting the audience in a welcoming and smiling mood for the rest of the program, which moved to the Paul-Buissonneau hall.

The following work immediately appealed to me. I am a fan of science fiction, and I appreciate that this literary genre is increasingly finding its place in contemporary scholarly creation. Beneath, by Jean-François Daigneault, tells the final moments of the last human on a devastated Earth, before transferring their consciousness into a quantum computer, where they reunite with their partner, already “integrated.” Before making the virtual leap, the protagonist leaves instructions to a robot whose task will be to reconstruct human history, erasing all hatred, discrimination, etc. Daigneault’s music is pleasant, modern yet melodic, pictorial, and expressive. The text is delivered in a blend of singing and theatrical narration.

The next opera was the most conventional on the list. GIANTESS, by the Canadian (based in London) Victoria Bernath, explores a part of the life of the surrealist artist Leonora Carrington, who was long institutionalised in an asylum. Set to predictably modernist music, the composer and librettist explores the idea of madness and original creation. It should be noted that Bernath also plays the viola in the score, and sometimes even sings while playing. The best moment of the opera actually occurred when Bernath interacted and conversed with the character of Leonora (very well portrayed by Marie-Annick Béliveau) with her instrument.

Next came what turned out to be my favourite of the evening: Opéra Laurentien by Gabo Champagne, with a libretto by JJ Houle. The typical Quebec brand of French language is here fully successfully instrumentalised, unlike some attempts I have already heard elsewhere, where the result seemed artificially imposed. Placed in a context of parents complaining that their child doesn’t sleep at night, the words, authentic (‘’jama’’ for jamais (never), ‘’charcher’’ for chercher (searching)) are fused with onomatopoeias and other expanded vocal techniques to create an astonishing framework of liveliness and coherence. Gabo’s music is a brilliant fusion of traditional Quebec musical colours and expressionist modernism. All the operas presented, as I said, are works in progress. Some may never be actually completed. As far as I’m concerned, Opéra Laurentien is one of those lyrical works that deserves to go through the entire process. Bravo.

Peste Bianca is a creation by the Mexican Daniela Falcon. A severe critique of both the “wellness” industry, driven by the pharmaceutical/chemical industry, and mind-numbing superficiality, while being the source of the proliferation of addictive drugs (opioids). The staging included a video of a young woman quite caricatured from the 60s, and the presence on stage of Sarah Albu, disguised as a chemist. The cynical nature of the work made people laugh, but not as much as Albu’s moustache, which kept coming off.

The last presentation was CARE by Erin Gee (music) and Laurence Dauphinais (libretto). We saw two egg cells in a woman’s womb (played by Gee and Dauphinais) questioning their true desire to enter the world. The required setup was the most imposing of all: the entire Paramirabo ensemble and a choir reuniting all the soloists of the evening. The music seemed a bit anonymous to me, except for the strong impressions left by the treatment of the choral voices, which created a kind of hallucinatory sound bath, enveloping the text recited powerfully by Dauphinais (and sometimes sung by Gee).

Hats off to the artists present. The Paramirabo ensemble, consisting of Jeffrey Stonehouse on flutes, Gwénaëlle Ratouit on clarinets, Hubert Brizard on violin, Viviane Gosselin on cello, Romain Pollet on piano, and Krystina Marcoux on percussion. The vocal soloists: Marie-Annick Béliveau, Sarah Albu, Émilie Versailles, Virginie Mongeau, Liz Lima, and Clayton Kennedy. Stephen Mulligan, solid, was at the helm.

Beyond everyone’s personal feelings about each work (my preferences will probably not be the same as yours or others, and that’s the beauty of it), Opér’Actuel, both in its traditional showcase format and Festival, has just demonstrated its relevance, if only to stimulate and support new creations deeply connected to the contemporary world and to allow the public to taste it, even if just for a few minutes.

See you (after today’s two additional performances) in 2028.

Pop MTL 2026 I Nardwuar the Human Serviette’s Endearing Sermon, Delivered at Warp Speed

by Stephan Boissonneault

Pop Montreal’s biggest headliner for the 25th anniversary might not have been a band at all, but a zany 58-year-old music journalist from Vancouver, usually sporting a Scottish Bonnet and Tartan pants, who has interviewed everyone from Snoop Dogg to Mikhail Gorbachev.

Wearing a psychedelic pineapple shirt, Nardwuar the Human Serviette, a Canadian icon, spoke about his wacky career interviewing famous musical and political celebrities in a packed Theatre Rialto. Before he hopped on stage, Bobby Beaton (guitar and vocals) and John Davis (bass) of the legendary Montreal garage rock group The Gruesomes played a DJ set. It was kind of a full-circle moment for The Gruesomes and Nardwuar, as the Human Serviette booked their first Vancouver gig way back in 1986.

“Always be true to yourself! I will interview anyone and ask questions that might make them want to beat me up.” The Canadian showman, who isn’t really playing a character at all but his own weird punk rock self, also showed behind-the-scenes footage from his Nardwuar video vault.

We got gold: like the tidbit that during his interview with Snoop “Doggy Dogg,” his cameraman took a toke of Snoop’s cannon blunt during the interview. A rejection letter from The Late Show with David Letterman. Nardwuar getting Slipknot to talk on camera; Nardwuar interviewing Nirvana’s Kurt Cobain while Krist Novoselic is an absolute pizza fiend. Nardwuar chasing Lil Uzi Vert into his limo after he terrified him with his encyclopedic knowledge. If you’ve ever witnessed a Nardwuar interview, the madcap journalist will pull out a tidbit from the interviewees life and usually follow it up with a gift — a record, poster, doll, or anything that has an intense sentimental value to the artist. The celebrity is always blown away, in complete disbelief by Nardwuar’s knowledge.

I used to think that Nardwuar had a team to dive into his interviewee’s life, like where they went to school, what block they grew up on, etc., but the entertainer completely punched a hole in my logic. “It’s all me. Everyone asks how I get this information, and you can do it too! I read album liner notes, I do my research, and I look into the stuff that everyone else is too lazy to read.” I can only guess that Nardwuar looks at his subjects like an anthropologist would, looking into their beginnings and finding any little bit of cultural info that no one would ever bring up.

The whole two hours with Nardwaur was endearing as hell, from the man reading his talk from handwritten notes to answering tons of audience questions after the show, and just having more energy than anyone. He’s not slowing down anytime soon, and the world is better for it. “Doot doola doot doo. DOO DOO!”

Photos by Charles-Antoine Marcotte for Pop Montreal

Art Pop

Pop MTL 2026 | Toujours Ensemble Is Opening Up the Circle

by Joséphine Campbell-Lashuk

In the Rialto’s second floor theatre a group of musicians bathed in warm light start a humming harmonique swell takes over. The small ensemble of string instruments, backing choir and bass clarinet accompany the first of many artists taking center stage this evening. 

Starting the show Emilie Khan’s airy voice blends with the other musicians which bring a constant hopeful hum, toujours ensemble in perfect harmony. Each song’s simple chamber pop lyricism blends with the complex arrangements developed by Thanya Iyer and Sarah Rossy. 

The ten singer-songwriters who make up the recently formed group have been friends and collaborators for the last decade. This home grown feeling stuck throughout the show as each person got up from their place in the ensemble, adjusting the microphone, wiping away tears and thanking their friends.

Halfway through the show Thanya reveals that the project began at her birthday four months ago when her friends used their incredible talents to simply share with one another contrasting the pressures of solo performance. 

This half circle setting reminds of a campfire or songwriters circle but this time bolstered by the other participants in a practice harmony. Along with the sweet conscious songs that speak on finding one’s center and peace, two of the performers brought something different into the fold. 

Jeremy Dutcher took the stage and started his performance with a healing chant and his powerful voice filling the room. Then, Mina iyer, Thanya’s brother, took the stage to read a text about their father and his passing which the ensemble illuminated with a harmonic haze. After the heart felt performances by common holly, Cedric Noel, Tashiina Buswa and a clever musical comedy piece by Eve Parker Finley, Pompey took the stage. He starts this final song of the night by saying he doesn’t usually like call and response songs but he’s about to lead us in one now. 

The crowd giggles and begins to listen to a complex melody that everyone learns slowly. The room swells with voices repeating: “I’m full of hope and not much else”. The room illuminates with that feeling after being let in on such a sweet evening.

Photo Sarah Rossy by Vivien Gaumand

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Electronic / Vaporwave

Pop MTL 2026 | ESPRIT: A collective experience in .wav

by Marc-Antoine Bernier

At the Satosphère on September 24, George Clanton’s audiovisual performance—under his pseudonym ESPRIT—took the form of a contemplative, nostalgic, and hypnotic experience. Seated in front of his instruments—notably his trusty Roland SP-404SX—the artist controls both the music and the visuals, in a setup reminiscent of the early days of his project, when he crafted his tracks in the privacy of his bedroom.

Rather than seeking direct contact with the audience, Clanton remains focused and almost motionless, allowing a continuous wave of sound to fill the space. Heavy layers of ethereal synthesizers, textures evoking VHS tape distortion, and samples manipulated in slow motion create a hazy universe, true to the vaporwave aesthetic. The set notably revisits classics like “Wormpop” and “Secret Esprit.wav,” while incorporating recognizable samples, including one from Seal’s “Crazy,” used in “Seal,” a track released on 200% Electronica, now considered a landmark vaporwave album.

Surrounding the audience, a series of analog televisions serves as a backdrop for visuals inspired by the web and video game culture of the 1990s. Glitches, pixelated textures, and pastel colors—dominated by pink, cyan, and purple—create an artificial space filled with a familiar melancholy, that of forgotten digital worlds.

At the end of the concert, amid applause, George Clanton clasps his hands together in a namaste gesture toward the audience, before striking—with a smile—the famous pose from the Seal album cover. But his farewell doesn’t end there: he then makes his way into the crowd to shake hands with his fans and spend a few moments with each of them. After a performance during which he had remained focused and almost impassive behind his instruments, this moment reveals a completely different side of the artist. It’s a particularly generous way to wrap up the evening, taking the time to personally thank those who came to bring his world to life.

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Indie Rock

Pop MTL 2026 | At the reborn Divan Orange, there are happy faces, Plants, and Animals

by Alain Brunet

At 8 a.m. on Thursday, the thrift store that occupies the space formerly held by the Divan Orange, which closed in the spring of 2018. Run by a cooperative comprising about ten salaried members and other professionals employed on a permanent basis, the Divan Orange had been in operation for 13 years; more than 325 programs were presented there annually, and more than 10,000 shows had been staged by the time the venue was sold.

Above the venue were cultural organizations, including the now-defunct MEG Montréal. And then things gradually took a turn for the worse. The office spaces were replaced by housing, and the immediate neighborhood shifted from commercial activity to residential rentals. Inevitably, tolerance for noise plummeted, as did that of the landlords.

The closure of the Divan Orange was followed by that ridiculous saga involving the Théâtre La Tulipe, which was shut down for relatively similar reasons. On Plaza Saint-Hubert, the managers of Ausgang saw a neighbour build a rental building populated by tenants who have nothing to do with the nightlife; things seem to be working out today, but the tide can always turn…

All this to say that independent venues in Montreal’s central neighbourhoods are facing decline, even on commercial thoroughfares. Building owners are increasingly reluctant to rent out these spaces—and they have every right to do so, since the City of Montreal has not established clear enough regulations to protect independent venues. Since the Divan Orange’s impending closure was announced eight years ago, three businesses have reportedly occupied the space in succession.

For Pop Montréal’s 25th anniversary, Dan Seligman had the brilliant idea of reviving the venue for three consecutive nights, after which the Divan Orange would return to the box of memories. Though initially reluctant, the venue’s owner was persuaded by Dan Seligman. It would be surprising if this were to happen again.

On Thursday’s main lineup: Plants and Animals, who have significantly scaled back their activities since 2020, fit perfectly into Pop Montréal’s plans: the return of an iconic band from the previous decade, the rebirth of an iconic venue from that era—ideal for Pop MTL’s 25th anniversary. And since it was a real hangout spot for Warren Spicer and his friends—the singer had even worked as a bartender there—the fit was perfect. So the famous trio took the stage again on Thursday night and will do it all over again on Friday.

It wasn’t just an extremely rare Plants and Animals show—it was a gathering of the indie generation, with so many familiar and recognizable faces. It took us right back to Park Avenue, Plants and Animals’ debut album from 2008.

The show was cool; we got to hear some pure indie classics from the Montreal power trio, as well as some lesser-known songs from Jungle, their latest album released six years ago. The three guys are seasoned musicians; they know how to excel on stage. More specifically, their performance didn’t strike me as particularly challenging or memorable—a bit lackluster at times, but generally good or very good. The whole thing was rounded out by a guest appearance from Adèle Trottier-Rivard, who, as we know, teams up with Nicolas Basque in the duo Bibi Club.

As the opening act, I was truly captivated by Sasha Cay’s stage presence—her whispered voice in the mid and low registers, her sharp gaze, and the seriousness and cohesion of her art rock and other songwriting endeavours—all of which led me to explore her work, which I highly recommend after an hour of listening.

A note to those feeling nostalgic: the Divan Orange hasn’t been recreated; it felt like stepping into an art gallery with immaculate white walls—the perfect backdrop for an avant-garde multidisciplinary performance. Tables served as a bar in that whitewashed tomb; only the wooden floor offered a faint reminder of the original space.

But we were really there all the same; memories sprouted there in September like dandelions in May.

Photo Pop Montréal

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Indie Rock / Noise Rock / Shoegaze / slowcore

Pop MTL 2026 I Living Hour Conjures Hidden Magic at Casa

by Stephan Boissonneault

Living Hour, the Winnipeg five-piece, has a very magnetic quality to them; their sounds—shuffling between indie pop, slowcore, shoegaze, and dreamy noise rock (a noise they classify as “yearn-core”). The tones seemed to have a gravitational pull, at least they did for me during their Pop Montreal set. I caught myself slowly inching toward the stage, through the throngs of people. It’s fitting that their latest release, which dropped the day of is called the Magnet EP.

Guitairst/bassist and vocalist Sam Sarty has a very Slow Pulp tinge to her lyricism, capturing the ache of memory and the pain and beauty of messy living; you know the things everyone experiences on the daily? The lead guitar lines from Gilad Carroll and Adam Soloway, as well as Issac tate (because yes, everyone in Living Hour is a multi-instrumentalist—I had to do a double take when I realized the guitarist switched to drums at one point), exude a droney personality, conjuring magic from the darkened and jammy moments between other members of the band. The chemistry is there and you get the sense this group has been playing together for just shy of a decade—and it’s because they have. For a sound that has many moving parts, Living Hour hits each with dark precicion.

Most of the songs for Pop live were from Living Hour’s album Internal Drone Infinity; my god, what an album—perfect for dislocating your mind for half an hour. “Wheel,” “Waiter,” “Best I Did It” in particular scratch that itch. If you didg a group like Wednesday, I recommend you flip the whole album immediately. Stare into the void, and it might just smile back.

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