Alternative Rock / Post-Punk

Taverne Tour | A First Post-Punk Evening Under the Red Lights

by Simon Gervais

Thursday, February 12th, the first night of the Taverne Tour 2026 at the Belmont invited fans of abrasive textures and tense grooves to a lineup decidedly focused on post-punk. Outside, a biting cold served as a reminder that February in Montreal makes no compromises; inside the tavern, the atmosphere gradually warmed up as the room filled.

Alix Fernz – Une entrée en matière dense et habitée

photo par Aabid Youssef

Wearing a sports jersey from what appears to be an obscure hockey team, Alix Fernz opens the evening with nervous post-punk, driven by heavy grooves and lyrics declaimed with a tense and raspy intensity.

The compositions are built around solid hooks, well-placed rhythmic breaks, and soaring keyboard passages with organ-like accents that at times add an almost liturgical dimension. The guitar, precise and poignant, occasionally introduces skillfully measured dissonances.

A physical music, oscillating between tension and trance, that conveys a certain urgency to live life to the fullest. In her lyrics, Alix Fernz explores the consequences of burning the candle at both ends with a paradoxical energy that almost makes us want to imitate her.

Hot Garbage – Hypnosis Through Repetition

Hot Garbage continues with a more circular approach, relying on repetition as the rhythmic engine of their compositions. The motifs accumulate and intertwine, creating a hypnotic effect that quickly spreads to an increasingly mobile crowd.

“We’re Hot Garbage,” the singer declares at the end of the set with disarming confidence, like an ironic manifesto. Behind the apparent nonchalance lies a mastery of textures and dynamics that fits perfectly within the post-punk DNA of the evening.

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Yoo Doo Right – Incandescent Krautrock and total immersion

Bathed in an enveloping red light that lends the stage an almost spectral quality, Yoo Doo Right stretches out its long krautrock and post-rock crescendos. The trio patiently builds its pieces until reaching a veritable wall of sound, dense yet clear.

The drummer hits hard, the bass and guitar hold their own, it’s a real blast, to the point where some audience members pull out their earplugs. The vibrations ground Yoo Doo Right’s live sound in something profoundly physical, evoking vast and evocative, almost desert-like landscapes, where repetition becomes trance and volume acts as a kinetic, cinematic, and visceral force.

Protomartyr – A cry from the heart beneath the jacket

Then came Protomartyr, the evening’s most anticipated act. Seeing singer Joe Casey take the stage in a jacket immediately made an impression: a look somewhere between a sober crooner and a disillusioned poet. A man who seems to carry the weight of years and who transforms this baggage into raw, expressive material as soon as the music started.

The band remains true to its signature raw new wave sound: a taut groove, an existential urgency, and vocals imbued with a certain malaise. The intensity is such that a genuine mosh pit erupts in the crowd, complete with body surfing, the true physical explosion of the evening.

The rhythm section is also formidable (special mention to the drums, tight and driving), and the sound quality is impeccable. On stage, Casey drinks a beer between bursts of sound, as if to better convey this blend of cynical lucidity and ardent abandon that fuses into a genuine surge of life. In the front row, the fans religiously recite the lyrics of each song.

It’s music that makes you want to let loose as much as it makes you think. To survive, perhaps, but above all to live life to the fullest.

This first evening of the Taverne Tour 2026 offered a coherent journey through different incarnations of post-punk, from its most current forms to its new wave roots. A solid, immersive opening that launched the festival on a note that was at once dark, vibrant, and resolutely alive.

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alt-rock / Breakbeat / Rock

Taverne Tour | Scouring for Light on Saint-Laurent

by Loic Minty

La Sottarena: Welcome to the Experiment

Korea Town Acid had, in my opinion, stolen the show during MUTEK two years ago. Her music is cutting edge, her approach totally experimental. What was she doing at La Sottarena with two hardcore punk bands? Something about a video game? Most of her set seems to have gone completely over the crowd’s heads, which somehow made it even more special for me and the handful of other people I could see bobbing in ecstasy. Her set jostled between an eclectic selection of breaks, orchestral pads, jazz chords and soul samples, which she was launching live, a mind-boggling technical feat.

Korea Town Acid

To call her simply a DJ would be like doing the same to Arca, technically accurate, but wildly insufficient. The word feels too small for what unfolds. Both move far beyond that narrow frame, less selectors than conjurers. In a previous interview with PAN M 360, K.T.A. describes a constant readjustment with the crowd, but as she occasionally looked up for vibe checks, nothing but a slightly tipsy “woo” girl was cheering her on.

Her set ended somewhat anticlimactically, with the announcer barely acknowledging this fantastic performance, instead promoting the video game.

“So for this evening we-”
“Koreaa Town Acid!! Woooo!”
“Yes, give it up for Korea Town Acid, and next up we have Nuha Ruby Ra.”

The stage presence was excellent. Nuha Ruby Ra had swagger like M.I.A., a demented smile and a commanding tone that could cast a spell. “Get fucking closer to the stage.” Without noticing, my feet moved forward. As for the music, she said herself: “This set is experimental, we came all the way here to test out material.” It was like an atonal Channel Beads, or maybe the singing was out of tune. With that comment from Nuha, it became hard to tell apart what was intentional or not. Taverne Tour is about bringing your A-game, and this felt just slightly disconnected, with the guitarist not looking too inspired to play alone over backing tracks, and Nuha maybe more aware of this gap in reality than she could admit. After three songs, I kicked it for Casa.


Casa Del Popolo: Gymshorts Takes the Bit all the Way

Gymshorts

At Casa Del Popolo, Gymshorts was playing and it was anything but self-indulgent. With members from Providence and Boston, they conjured a scene of gritty DIY East Coast musicians that just love what they do.

Between each verse and chorus, the lead singer and guitarist, Sarah Greenwell, dipped back to give her bandmates a chuckling smile as if she were egging them on. It worked. Both the guitarist and bassist jumped fervently like it was an early iPod ad. A welcomed change. The music took me back to simple times. It had a well-dosed air of 2000s pop-punk, but Greenwell’s raspy low voice rang deeper into influences like Ana da Silva of The Raincoats. Just on the verge of losing control, yet always completely emotionally present.

It felt like each two-minute song was their last and if you had seen this band on some fortunate evening at Barfly, you would be raving about it for years. I only left because I didn’t want it to end.

While I was leaving, Greenwell began playing a song about American racecar driver Jeff Goldblum, while playing a Jeff Goldblum-themed guitar. Oh, did I mention she was wearing gym shorts? If you want to get in on the joke, I highly recommend going through their discography, with one of her top hits being DUI IUD, a song about, yes you guessed it, getting a DUI instead of an IUD.


Sala Rosa: Reaching for the Heavens

My first impression walking in was a burly man with a cowboy hat who smiled at me from the corner of his mouth. We could write an entire essay about Sean Nicholas Savage’s iconic performances, but for the full story I’ll hand it to our Sala Rosa correspondent Laurent Pellerin’s review.

Sean Nicholas Savage

Christopher Owens: The Cherry on Top

The outsider weirdness of Daniel Johnston, the edgy honesty of Elliott Smith, and the lightness of Neil Young combine to make Christopher Owens. Possibly one of our generation’s greatest songwriters, as Sean Nicholas Savage put it. And I defer. Christopher Owens made me believe in love again. He gives a twist to the qualms, a hope to the misery we always knew existed but were too stubborn to let wash over us. He, on the other hand, had nothing to hide. It felt safe, yet uncomfortable. It felt like growing. He stumbled as he walked, but it was always in the right direction.

Between songs there was some awkward stage banter, something about how the film “The Plumber” had changed his life. The rest was hard to decipher. It always felt like it could go south, but it didn’t. He held that fine line of being both vulnerable with himself and open to us. A true gift on this first night of Taverne Tour, the likes of emotional honesty and deepfelt joy I haven’t experienced since the Beverly Glenn-Copeland show.

Christopher Owens

Last night, Taverne Tour reminded me that if you know what you’re looking for, you’ll find it.

indie / soft-rock

Taverne Tour | Soft Snow, Soft Sound

by Marilyn Bouchard

The opening night of Taverne Tour began under a soft snowfall on Thursday, February 12. Over at the Esco, Vanille set the tone with a vaporous and delicate soundscape. Singer Rachel, dressed in a gown the same blue worn by Lady Gaga during her halftime performance, appeared on stage surrounded by her collaborators: Vincent Huard-Tremblay on bass, Victor Tremblay-Desrosiers on drums, and a guest guitarist and keyboardist joining the usual trio, in front of a crowd already buzzing for the launch of Mort Rose.

Despite a few off notes at the start, they quickly found their footing and delivered an atmospheric collage of songs drawn from their albums Soleil 96, La clairière, Tu me vois comme je suis, and more recently Un chant d’amour, offering a glimpse into their universe, at times soft and romantic, at times retro-folk. The audience was largely receptive, swaying gently with the music, though some seemed eager for the explosive energy that Mort Rose was set to bring.

Personally, I found the musical journey pleasant and the discovery refreshing. A perfect program to build anticipation ahead of the much awaited launch of Mort Rose’s new album, full of rhythm and dynamism, an impression perhaps less widely shared among the die-hard alternative rock fans gathered for the event.

Afro Fusion / classique

Successful Evening at The OSM: Steven Banks Makes The Saxophone Shine

by Jeremy Fortin

On Wednesday evening, the OSM presented the concert López, Childs, and Mahler: Hope in Exile, a rich and diverse program that explored the different facets of classical music.

The first part of the concert featured two contemporary pieces, beginning with Perú Negro by Jimmy López, composer-in-residence with the OSM. This six-movement work was the ideal way to start the concert. Drawing inspiration from Afro-Peruvian music, López takes us on a journey through Peruvian culture in a rhythmic atmosphere, punctuated with effects and strongly supported by percussion.

The concert continues with American saxophonist Steven Banks, who is visiting to perform composer Billy Childs’ saxophone concerto, Diaspora. The piece, which traces the exile of the African American people, illustrates a dark world rooted in fear and internal strife for this people sent by ship to America by slave traders.

Steven Banks’ performance lived up to expectations. Not only did the saxophonist deliver a series of virtuoso passages, but he also demonstrated great sensitivity during the cadences surrounding the three sections of the piece. After two dramatic movements, the work ends on a much more joyful note, illustrating the resilience of the African American people.

As for the second part of the concert, Rafael Payare continues his cycle of Mahler symphonies with the composer’s Fourth. If you are used to associating Mahler with drama, think again, because this is certainly not the case with this symphony. Here, Mahler uses a much more classical language than in some of his other works.

Payare, for his part, successfully illustrated the numerous changes in character, as well as the wide range of nuances required to bring the piece to life. The concert ended with the fourth movement, which featured soprano Nikola Hillebrand, who stepped in to replace Vuvu Mpofu, who was unable to attend. The German soprano gave a brilliant performance of this final movement, offering a particularly interesting vocal texture.

EDM

Igloofest 2026, Week 4 | Analog synthesizers and nostalgic EDM at -14°C

by Antoine Morin

Sometimes electronic music can seem disconnected, almost unreal. And yet, on Thursday evening at Igloofest, it proved to be deeply embodied. It was a memorable evening, tinged with unexpected nostalgia. Moments when an entire crowd seems to be truly listening are rare, but that night, on the banks of the frozen river, Igloofest transcended the simple framework of a winter festival.

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LAURE

The evening kicks off around 7:30 p.m. Outside the venue, I can already hear that familiar kick, somewhere between 125 and 130 BPM, echoing in the distance. When I arrive, the venue is still quiet, almost shy. There’s not much activity, and the crowd is sparse. And yet, something intrigues me: LAURE is already at work on the main Sapporo stage.

A Montreal-based DJ and producer, LAURE opens the evening with precision and intelligence. She knows exactly how to set the mood, how to turn up the heat without rushing things. Her selection navigates between melodic house and deep progressive, carried by synth leads with nostalgic colors, subtly anchored in classic house rhythms. An atmospheric, emotional, and elegant sound, where each transition seems designed to prepare for what comes next. Nothing flashy here: finesse, control, and the ability to gently gather the crowd in front of the stage.

Weval

At around 8:30 p.m., it was time for Weval, my real favorite of the evening and already one of my favorite electronic music groups for several years. The Dutch duo, based in Amsterdam, is on a North American tour to promote Chorophobia, their latest album released in 2025. It’s hard to describe them better than this: ambivalent, daring, and deeply free in their approach.

Weval navigates a hybrid zone, somewhere between EDM and more experimental electronica, flirting with IDM. Their music, richly adorned with polyphonic analog synthesizers, exudes an almost organic warmth, reinforcing that omnipresent feeling of nostalgia. They open their set with a remix of Alesis by Mk.gee, before moving on to several tracks from Chorophobia, an album that is more eclectic and adventurous than the rest of their discography.

The audience listens attentively. Few phones are raised. Just bodies standing still or moving gently. A true moment of grace.

Elderbrook

Headlining the event, Elderbrook brings the evening to a close. A clear reminder of the emotional power of EDM when done right. His set navigates between remixes, notably by RÜFÜS DU SOL and John Smith, and original tracks from his own repertoire. Unifying classics, capable of bringing an entire crowd together in a single moment.


At that moment, in the heart of the pit, I find myself transported back to 2016, when EDM and raves were at the forefront of mainstream electronic music. Everyone is in sync. The bass beats, hands are raised, eyes meet. Despite the cold, which feels well below 14°C, the connection is total. It’s a sincere, beautiful moment, unique to this evening.

For a Thursday night, the event far exceeded my expectations. It was a powerful, memorable evening that thousands of festival-goers were lucky enough to experience. If any of these three names come to Montreal in the next few months, here’s my advice: go. No matter what the temperature.

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Experimental Techno / Minimal Techno / Techno

S.A.T. | The Intracellular Techno of Marie-Davidson & Wata Igarashi

by Laurent Pellerin

The room is almost empty when I arrive. The projections move slowly and catch the eye, sparse but impressive. The first DJ, Asha from the Ether collective, sets the mood for the evening. I sit down near the bar, enjoying the calm before the storm. Soon, the room is packed.

The illusions of spatial depth, generated by projections on the dome walls, constantly oscillate between immense intergalactic depth and claustrophobic intra-cellular oppression. If I had been slightly more sensitive to these drastic changes in spatial perception, my listening experience would certainly have been negatively affected. However, the visual programmers knew how to calibrate the intensity level so that a feeling of unity emanated from the audio-visual stimuli; a kind of general synesthesia of the energy deployed between sounds and rhythms, colors and shapes.

We move forward a few minutes before Marie Davidson takes the stage, squeezing into the enthusiastic crowd as best we can.

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Marie-Davidson

As Marie Davidson takes the stage, my attention shifts to her DJ booth. The energy in the room changes instantly, and the already enthusiastic crowd becomes even more excited. Everyone is now facing forward, either out of attachment to the tradition of live concerts or in the hope of seeing the musician at work. From my position, just a few rows away from the stage, she is difficult to spot. Her set retains a certain similarity to her music, which is heavily influenced by sequencing, with a slightly kitsch aesthetic. Very Berlin in its approach, almost Cartesian in its construction. There is a nod to the minimalist beats of Kraftwerk, mixed with the electro-funk energy of Afrika Bambaataa.

After returning from a short ten-minute break, I noticed that the BPM had increased by 5 to 10 BPM. Marie was preparing for Wata Igarashi’s arrival. We moved forward to take a few pictures. Behind Marie, a young woman danced and gestured with fluid movements, carefully observing her shadow on the wall. She could have been a friend, a family member, or an actress hired to participate in the overall experience.

Wata Igarashi

I spot Igarashi standing to the right of the stage, a benevolent observer who seems interested in the projections and appreciates Marie’s performance. He is possibly the only person in the room whose body does not react to the music.

When Wata Igarashi arrives behind the turntables, we enter a world apart. He begins quietly, setting off sirens. Not metaphorically, but literally sirens like those heard before the arrival of a tsunami. They accelerate and pile up until they become an orchestra of toads. It is in the depths of this imaginary environment that Igarashi’s endless trance begins.

Deep kicks driving square rhythms punctuated by snares, which nevertheless expand into complex forms. Direct techno, yet imbued with a narrative mystery, suspended in drones detached from the rhythm.

It’s a fairly straightforward techno set, but with a mysterious element, a narrative that develops in the atmosphere of its drones, completely detached from the rhythm. The music and projections reach that higher level of intensity that the crowd has been waiting for. The projections are less frequently organic and take on a stroboscopic aspect that, once again, complements the music admirably. Noisy, repetitive textures remind me of Actress’s Shadow from Tartarus, hypnotizing and dislocating the soul from the body.


Time passes without us noticing; it’s 2:30 in the morning and suddenly my body sends me an astral text message: it’s time to go. I come back down to earth, into the cold of a well-deserved cigarette.

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Ramon Van Engelenhoven: Piano and Elegance

by Pietro Freiburger

At Salle Bourgie, a captivating concert was given by the young Dutch pianist Ramon Van Engelenhoven, who took the audience on a journey through a varied program: pieces from the great repertoire, contemporary music, and his own transcriptions of film scores. The idea of presenting in the first person to give a little context to the audience, which was quite large and warm, was also appreciated.

I remember discovering Ramon Van Engelenhoven in 2018, when I found a video of Debussy’s Images I on YouTube. What struck me were the purity of the sound and the elegance of the musical idea; several years later, it is still the structural balance and sonic refinement that appeal to me.

The concert opens with Mozart’s Sonata K330, well thought out and well performed. The control of sound, phrasing, and ornamentation is excellent, with the most intense moments occurring in the second movement. This is followed by Ravel’s Pavane pour une infante défunte, performed with structural clarity and sonic beauty. The concert continues with two pieces by Tagreshi, a young composer and friend of the pianist, which exploit the full range of the instrument, creating an aura of mystery and lyricism.

The second part of the concert opens with Rachmaninoff, with two Preludes from Op. 32 and two from Op. 23, which transport us into enveloping atmospheres and seductive lyricism. Two transcriptions by the pianist close the concert: a Suite from Herrmann’s Vertigo and The “Ride of the Cossacks” from Waxman’s Taras Bulba. And it is precisely in the transcriptions that passion and intensity overwhelm us. The admiring audience is treated to an encore, Poulenc’s Novelette No. 1, which once again showcases Engelenhoven’s sober and measured style. A pianist to watch.

Photo credit: Florence Geneau

Minimalist / Modern Classical / orgue / Post-Minimalist

Stellar: Organ and Circus in sync

by Frédéric Cardin

A very beautiful idea to combine the organ with the arts of the circus! At first glance, one might think that it is the organ that needs the acrobatics of the other to increase its visibility and popularity. But once seated in the packed Maison symphonique here in Montreal, and paying attention to the “vibe,” one realises that quite a few people were there to enjoy the organ and the music offered in the program. Particularly the excerpts from the music of the film Interstellar by Christopher Nolan, which Hans Zimmer memorably dressed with a score of minimalist/epic colours, where the organ takes a lot of space. On its own, this film music has contributed more than any “democratisation” activity to give a new “coolness” to the king of instruments.

In short, the large audience seemed to be waiting for it. And there was no disappointment, the soloist Jean-Willy Kunz showcasing his most beautiful and grand gestures to powerfully fill the entire hall. The final resonance had no time to unfold before the thousands of people were already applauding.

100 years of organ music

Beyond this iconic music, the audience was able to hear a selected journey through the last hundred years at the organ: the Cortège et Litanie by Marcel Dupré (1922), the Banquet céleste (1928) by Messiaen, works by Philip Glass (Mad Rush and Études 6 and 8), Spiegel im spiegel by Arvo Pärt, and two pieces I was not familiar with: the Toccata Andromeda (1999) by Paul Halley and the very recent Limina Luminis (2023) by Olivia Belli.

Symbiotic acrobatics

The acrobatics offered by Cirque Le Monastère were quite classic, but their union with the music brought a touch of often seductive poetry. I was particularly struck by the very beautiful hair suspension act on bungee, which, with Pärt’s ethereal music, lifted the audience with it into a very appealing and serene weightlessness. Also, the MultiLED cable act, in which Manolo Gonzalo twirled to a Glass Etude, had a rather attractive cyber-chic vibe.

The Cyr wheel number was perfectly suited to fit with Glass’s Mad Rush and its fluttering arpeggios in perfect harmony with the swirling rounds performed by artist Cléa Perion. Camille Tremblay dared to do something that probably no one had done before: a balancing act partly performed on the organ keyboard! Jean-Willy Kunz did not seem too thrown off by it. The finale, with all the artists gathered and Olivia Belli’s post-minimalist music, offered a satisfying conclusion.

The designers of the show had the good idea not to feel the need to accompany each piece with choreography. Thus, Cortège et Litanie, Le Banquet céleste, and part of Interstellar could be appreciated simply as music, played on stage by Jean-Willy Kunz. The organ therefore did not serve exclusively as a mere backdrop, but rather as an equal partner with the circus.

A beautiful idea, simple and effective, successfully executed.

Choral Music / Jewish Traditional / Sacred Music

ArtChoral | Authentic Intercultural Encounter in The 9th

by Alain Brunet

One Tuesday at lunchtime in February, music lovers at Le 9e concert hall witnessed a truly intercultural experience: the encounter between the ArtChoral Ensemble and Jewish identity through choral singing, both sacred and secular. This concert coincided with the release of the album Hallelujah on the ATMA Classique label, which shared the same theme as this superb program.

From the outset, the choral music of Montreal composer Jaap Nico Hamburger exuded a palpable spirituality. The melodies of The Uninterrupted Melody were presented in two relatively short sections: first, a slow and silky sequence with the lament-like title “How long will you forget me, forever?”, followed by “Rescue them,” a more syncopated discourse dominated by female voices. This work falls within the contemporary repertoire of music inclined toward spirituality, Jewish in this case.

This concert, it was noted, was not modeled on the new album. The increased role of the excellent tenor Gideon Zelermyer, who participated in the album Hallelujah and who is responsible for the choral direction of the Montreal synagogue Shaar Hashomayim, is in my opinion the most significant musical contribution of Leonard Cohen’s final album, You Want It Darker.

The tenor’s first performance was with ArtChoral, where he sang Min Hametzar, a piece composed in 19th-century France by the Jewish composer Jacques Fromental Halévy. The language and text lend a unique character to this choral work, placing it firmly within a European aesthetic, rather than a strictly Eastern one.

The following piece was performed by the choir without a principal soloist, an aria by Ernest Bloch composed in the 20th century, Y’Hiyu L’ratzon. Here again, the singing is typical of its choral modernity; only the text distinguishes it from the period from which it originates. This was followed by a song in the same vein, but with greater melodic and harmonic depth, courtesy of Leonard Bernstein, typical of the great modern choirs of the 1950s and 60s.

This Western aesthetic can also be associated with the choir personnel as such, if we compare it to Jewish choirs of sacred music, which are traditionally male in Orthodox services.

We find vocal inflections particular to these male choirs and also vocalises of the cantor, not unlike those of baroque or early European music, not to mention certain micro-intervals below or above the note provided for by the tonal system.

We find vocal inflections particular to these male choirs and also vocalises of the cantor, not unlike those of baroque or early European music, not to mention certain micro-intervals below or above the note provided for by the tonal system.

These two brilliant performances were interspersed with the ever-popular “Hallelujah” by our very own Leonard Cohen, performed in a choral version with a succession of highly creative soloists in an arrangement by Andre van der Merwe. An excellent choice of artistic direction by Matthias Maute, conductor of ArtChoral.

This confirms once again the beneficial, even life-saving, effect of music in the intercultural lives of human beings of goodwill.

Classical / Classical Period / musique contemporaine

Daniel Bartholomew-Poyser at Obiora: Charisma and Clarity

by Frédéric Cardin

A concert by the EDI-wise Obiora Ensemble is enough to make anyone happy. One, the orchestra is good, two, the atmosphere is cheerful and family-friendly (there are young people everywhere!) and three, you often make some great musical discoveries there, alongside some good pillars of the repertoire.

Last night at the Pierre-Mercure hall in Montreal, we got all of that. In addition, it was also Daniel Bartholomew-Poyser’s first concert as Principal Guest Conductor. The man has charisma. He speaks good French and of course English, in a spontaneous exchange between the two languages, “Montreal style.” He has a sense of humour and sympathetically betrays his passion for the classics. One can say that, in terms of image and marketing, Obiora seems to have made a good choice.

READ THE INTERVIEW WITH THE GENERAL MANAGER AND CO-FOUNDER OF THE OBIORA ENSEMBLE, ALLISON MIGEON, WHO TALKS ABOUT DANIEL BARTHOLOMEW-POYSER

On the musical side, we also discover an artist who greatly enjoys constructing his ensemble according to very strong criteria of clarity and precision. The man is a detail refiner.

The cradle of the classical symphony, for once

A given at the start of the concert, when we were given Haydn’s rarely heard first symphony. As Bartholomew-Poyser said amusingly, no 104, or 103, or 88, or any other without a no. 1! The conductor immediately established his vision of hyper-articulated music, driven by chiselled rhythms. A nice introduction, notwithstanding the fact that it is still Haydn not yet totally at the peak of his art of concision: the second movement is too long.

In order to give the wind section the opportunity to shine, the conductor chose to follow up with the delicate and neo-classicist Three Short Pieces for wind quintet, by Jacques Ibert. A resolutely French universe, made of elegance and instrumental purity, very well interpreted by the first chairs of flute, oboe, clarinet, bassoon and horn of the ensemble.

A world premiere of a tornado

 Then the sky was amber, a concerto for viola with the character of a symphonic poem followed, in its world premiere. The new creation by Iranian-Canadian (Toronto) Saman Shahi evokes, in a language oscillating between contemporary atonality and cinematic chromaticism, the building of a storm, first in the distance, then approaching and enveloping everything, before subsiding and leaving behind a devastated landscape capped by the evanescent beauty of an amber sky (hence the title of the work). Soloist Sharon Wei navigated the gusts of Shahi’s highly expressive music with a combination of virtuosity and sonic power. By turns resisting the storm as best it could and commenting thoughtfully on a landscape left bloodless, Wei’s viola resonated with power.

The attractive modernity of Caroline Shaw

I really love the music of the composer who followed in the program: Caroline Shaw. The American knows very skilfully how to blend the techniques of the modern avant-garde with accessible neo-tonal writing. Her ideas are often simple but constructed with great efficiency. The piece chosen by Bartholomew-Poyser, Entr’acte, is a tribute in the form of a deconstruction of classical language (a nod to Haydn), both harmonic and rhythmic. As in a pulse organised by inhalations and exhalations, a simple and elegant melody is regularly tortured, disarticulated, before returning to its original state. It is fine music, pleasant to discover and stimulating. We eagerly await the next “destructive” iteration to see what tactics the composer will use to illustrate her point.

Pulcinella 

Stravinsky’s Pulcinella ended the evening. A way for the conductor to use the full technical possibilities of the ensemble. A very correct version, if not for some sourness in the first violins, the oboe not demonstrating the desired narrative poise in the Serenata (2nd movement), and a slightly too high number of tears in the horns later in the work.

Beyond this nitpicking, we appreciated the exceptional precision of the construction of the portraits and the scenery by the conductor. As he showed us from the beginning of the concert, Bartholomew-Poyser weaves almost arachnid webs with his orchestra. Such diligent work will certainly yield very beautiful results in the medium term. We will appreciate, perhaps, the addition of a holistic binder from him, an overall timbral velvet that will prevent him from falling into excessive sonic granularity. But that will come in due time.

In the meantime, the new principal guest conductor has demonstrated very fine qualities of musical direction, but also of communication and artistic choices. I will be very pleased to see and hear what he will do in the next three years of his new contract.

musique contemporaine

‘’Fougue concertante’’ at the SMCQ: Gen Z at the helm

by Frédéric Cardin

The Fougue concertante (concertante fervour) concert by the Société de musique contemporaine du Québec (SMCQ) presented three concertos of very high musical quality last night, performed by as many soloists from Gen Z. At least it seems to me, at a glance from a man of the age of Gen X. Maybe one or two are actually in the previous category, two or three years over? Well, whatever, it made a good title…

The first of the winter-spring 2026 concerts celebrating the 60th anniversary of today’s honourable institution of contemporary music, Fougue concertante thus provided an opportunity for three young soloists to shine in a recent concerto, Catherine Cherrier on percussion, Élise Poulin on oboe, and Bailey Wantuch on violin.

LISTEN TO THE INTERVIEW WITH SMCQ’S ARTISTIC DIRECTOR ABOUT THE ONGOING CONCERT SERIES (In French)

A very touching tribute

As a prelude to the main program, the SMCQ paid tribute to Margareta Jerić, a young Montreal-based composer of Croatian origin, who passed away at just 43 years old in November 2025.

The Echoes of the Adriatic, a work accompanied by video images of an old Croatian sardine production factory, deals with great vivacity with the opposition between the beautiful and the ugly, nature and industry. It is a playful, pixelated kind of music, where each note feeds the next to create a very seductive whole. The disappearance of this artist who studied with Ana Sokolovic (of Serbian origin) is all the more regrettable because she was in the process of building, with her former teacher, a kind of Balkan connection in contemporary Montreal music.

Musical divertion

In (d)Tourner (a play on words in French meaning to divert), Philippe Leroux evokes circularity. Not necessarily that of an object located and moving, but rather, for example, sounds in the scenic space or the rotation of melodic and rhythmic movements. And, as the title indicates, this round is not conceived as a perpetual refrain, or a repetitive and tonal approach like that of the minimalists, but rather as a movement leading to expansion and transformation in an atonal but beautiful environment. For the listener, this circularity is initially difficult to detect. We are here in an applied conceptual abstraction. But as the twenty-minute piece evolves, the idea takes shape better and better and crosses the space between the stage and the audience. Through a rather dense writing, the sonic “movements” take flesh and consistency. Until the last gestures of the soloist, who must turn on herself while playing the marimba, striking her sticks against each other and ending on the snare drum. Twice. Beyond this physicality imbued with theatricality, and finally giving physical incarnation of the core idea, Catherine Cherrier delivered an impeccable and dynamic performance.

LISEZ L’ENTREVUE D’ALAIN BRUNET AVEC PHILIPPE LEROUX

”Varèse who swings”

Following was a superb discovery for your humble chronicler: the excellent Trame I by Martin Matalon for oboe and ensemble. Made of sound interweavings and inspired by a homonymous poem by Jorge Luis Borges, Matalon’s concerto is a bubble of pleasure of some fifteen minutes where the infinite coloristic possibilities of the oboe and the ensemble offer a real buffet for the ears, in addition to inviting head nodding because the gentleman has an excellent sense of rhythm. “Varèse who swings,” to paraphrase the artistic director of the SMCQ, Simon Bertrand, with whom I was chatting before the concert. Élise Poulin, admirable in her virtuosity and flawless precision in this formidably demanding writing, all with a radiant instrumental sound, offered an impressive reading of this music.

The night’s Grail

The last work on the program, also the most substantial, was Graal Théâtre by the Finnish Kaajia Saariaho, a muscular concerto of about thirty minutes, for violin and orchestra. This entirely acoustic concerto, a rarity for Saariaho, who likes to incorporate electronics into her music, displayed an almost romantic textural and characterful breadth. There are many traits of a grand concerto inherited from the 19th century tradition: lyrical outbursts, athletic double strings, episodes of spectacular virtuosity, etc. All in the lady’s typical shimmering, crystalline language. To say that the young Bailey Wantuch, a Chicago native but firmly established in our metropolis now, was good, would be a gross understatement. The young lady of diminutive stature nonetheless exudes an astonishing and communicative expressive force. An exceptional violinist, certainly. Wantuch is also part of the brand new Quatuor Mémoire, which I recently told you about in a very positive review of their first album Chronos, Kaïros et Aiôn (READ THE REVIEW HERE).

Mentionnons avant de terminer l’apport de très très haute tenue de l’ensemble de la SMCQ sous la direction infaillible de Cristian Gort. Un ensemble presque entièrement renouvelé depuis l’arrivée de ce directeur musical efficace, bien que discret. Impeccable prestation en support à des solistes qui pouvaient se concentrer totalement sur leur jeu sans craindre quoi que ce soit.

The SMCQ has shown us that rumours linking a certain type of “generation” with laziness or negligence are just nonsense, at least in the creative and contemporary art scene. Here, three children associated with ‘Generation Z’ took control of creativity and took us on a pretty good journey with them. Getting back on board as soon as possible, please!

Indigenous peoples

Alanis Obomsawin and Jeremy Dutcher, Two Generations of Indigenous Beauty

by Ariel Rutherford

This Wednesday evening at Bourgie Hall took place under the theme of Indigenous transmission. A dialogue between generations, the nonagenarian Alanis Obomsawin, Abenaki filmmaker and multidisciplinary artist who can easily be described as mythical, and the thirty-something Jeremy Dutcher, power singer, composer, musicologist, visionary, two-time winner of the Polaris Prize.

At 93 years old, she walked slowly arm in arm with her musical director Radwan Ghazi Moumneh, leaning on her cane before sitting down in the center of our field of vision. Greeted with a standing ovation, she undoubtedly appeared to us as a leading figure of modern indigenous culture.

Having not performed in front of an audience for some time, she couldn’t hide her touching nervousness as she took her place in front of the microphone. There was a palpable solemnity in the room as she began the first verse of Odana, the opening track from Bush Lady, an album released in 1988 and revamped in 2018 by Constellation.

It is understood that the grand lady did not have the physical resources necessary for a great performance, that her voice had aged…

It was far from perfect, but that wasn’t the point: the point was to see this major artist, there before us, breathing new life into her early work. A tribute, in fact. It felt like family, like a lullaby sung by our grandmother. It was beautiful because it was her, possibly for the last time in such a setting. Because it was important, because it was the appearance of a legend. There was a warmth in that fragile voice, carried by the music of the frame drum, flutes, English horn, and violins. Fittingly, Obomsawin concluded her short performance with a Cree nursery rhyme before slowly leaving to a second ovation.

Let’s not forget the second part of the evening: Jeremy Dutcher is a fantastic showman, full of verve and humor, whose powerful tenor voice thrilled the audience. A flamboyant figure who carries the torch, two generations after Alanis Obomsawin. Resurrecting ancestral melodies in Wolastoqey, English, and French, engaging with the past through century-old recordings, the singer deeply moved the audience. Accompanied by drums and a bass clarinet, he also accompanied himself on the piano in the style of a jazz trio. In short, Jeremy Dutcher offered us beauty.

I will conclude by quoting the friend who accompanied me: “When it’s really good, I can no longer criticize. I am only capable of loving.”

  • By Ariel Rutherford with editorial support

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