Baroque / classique / Tango Nuevo

OSM | Four Seasons, Two Eras, Vivaldi and Piazzolla

by Alexis Desrosiers-Michaud

On a sunny afternoon, nearly two thousand people packed into the Maison Symphonique on Sunday to hear the Orchestre symphonique de Montréal (OSM) in its reduced format, led by conductor and soloist Rosanne Philippens, perform Antonio Vivaldi’s Four Seasons and Astor Piazzolla’s Buenos Aires.

It’s interesting, and common, to present the two bodies of work in the same program, especially as they are separated by some 230 years and 11,000 kilometers. What is surprising, however, is to alternate Vivaldi’s Seasons with those of Piazzolla. As a listener, it’s easy to switch from baroque to tango, but the reverse is less fluid. Nowhere in the program is there any mention of the reasons for this decision. Our hypothesis is that, as one of the two works is twice the length of the other, an order allows us to present two concert parts of equal length.

It’s worth recalling what the Seasons are all about. Vivaldi’s four concertos are accompanied by poems, probably written in the composer’s own hand. These essentially allude to activities (a festival, hunting), human or animal characters, the weather, or feelings and resentments (fear, cold). In this respect, it would have been preferable to oppose the two violin desks with a continuo in the middle, rather than opt for the traditional orchestral formation. As a result, the birds don’t all sing from the same side, and the wind swirls in all directions.

You didn’t have to be far-sighted to follow the music with the poems printed in the program, as there was so little light in the middle of the parterre. Le Printemps promised little of interest; the strings were heavy, and the lightness of birdsong was nowhere to be felt. The long notes did not lend themselves to the pastoral rhythm of the third movement, and the dancing spirit went unnoticed. At least, this articulation did justice to the barking dog represented by the viola in the second movement.

Fortunately, this was the only less successful moment of the concert. From the very first moment of the Été, you can feel the terror and the storm being unleashed in a lively tempo and marked articulation. Autumn also passes the test, despite the fact that the slow movement, Night, is played too fast for an Adagio Molto indication. The chord progressions in this movement are magnificent and deserve to be savored, leaving the harpsichordist free rein.

Winter is by far the most successful season, as there is much more freedom in sound effects and tempo, whereas the other three concertos were performed more traditionally. The violins are creaky, and we feel the cold penetrating us, the wind whirling and the “teeth chattering”, as written in the poem.

Piazzolla’s Cuatro Estaciones Porteñas (porteñas means the inhabitants of Buenos Aires) “musically describe the different periods in the lives of the inhabitants of the suburbs of Buenos Aires according to seasonal changes”. Sunday’s performance was at times melancholy, at others highly energetic and lively. As the tango rhythms were marked to perfection, it was amusing to see the theorbist tapping his foot as he waited to play again, tempting the audience to do the same. The slapping and glissando effects were surprisingly precise. Hats off to the OSM, led by the dynamic Olivier Thouin, for having succeeded in playing this work without a conductor leading with the baton.

Rosanne Phillipens is a fine violinist and a very good communicator. Despite a few inaccuracies, she moves seamlessly from one score to the next. Communication between her and the musicians is fluid, and the ball passes as if nothing had happened. Honorable mention also to the theorbo player, whose name appears nowhere, and to harpsichordist Luc Beauséjour, who brilliantly ornamented the Vivaldi pieces. Mr. Beauséjour had the honor of ending the concert on a humorous note; in Leonid Desyatnikov’s arrangement, Piazzolla’s Primavera Porteña ended with an echo of the beginning of Vivaldi’s Printemps on violin. Relayed to the harpsichord, it’s a funny allusion to a ringing cell phone, which fortunately didn’t ring on Sunday afternoon.

Electronic / Hip Hop / Soul/R&B

Over the moon with Kaytranada

by Guillaume Laberge

Unsurprisingly, it was a successful homecoming for Kaytranada on Saturday evening at Parc Jean-Drapeau. The superstar brought the house down on Île Sainte-Hélène as part of his Timeless tour, also in support of his album of the same name, released last June.

Before Kaytranada took to the stage, three artists took to the stage in the following order: Kitty Ca$h, Lou Phelps (Kaytra’s brother) and Channel Tres. All three helped prepare the crowd for the main event with upbeat, rhythmic sounds, allowing the audience to warm up and let loose before the main course. A special mention goes to Channel Tres, whose dancers raised the energy level with a colourful performance.

Time for the highlight of the evening! To the tune of “Pressure,” the intro to his new album, Kaytranada took to the stage at around 9.15pm, enveloped in a thick cloud of smoke. Energetic and welcoming, the crowd was ready to express its love for the local hero. He then went on to play several tracks from the new opus, each as good as the next. This immediately captivated the crowd, who already seemed very familiar with this brand-new repertoire, despite its recent release.

Kaytranada went on to alternate classics like “YOU’RE THE ONE” and “10%” with more recent tracks from Timeless, as well as recently released remixes, such as his remix of Justice and Tame Impala’s excellent “Neverender.”

It’s often easy to lose concentration during a DJ/producer’s set, but Kaytranada knows how to avoid this problem and keep the audience’s attention thanks to neat dance steps and mesmerizing visual effects. All in all, a highly cohesive show with perfectly executed transitions between tracks.

After more than an hour and a half of powerful song sequences, our man ended his concert on a high note, closing with the song that made him famous, “Be Your Girl,” bringing the show to a masterly close. After a short break, he returned for an encore with two final songs from Timeless: “Call U Up,” accompanied by his brother Lou Phelps, and “Drip Sweat,” with Channel Tres. Both artists took to the stage to perform their respective parts.

All in all, Montreal’s electronic music fans were not disappointed by the performance of their Quebecois darling, who gave an explosive performance on this balmy September evening.

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Alt Folk / Indie Folk / Indie Pop / latino / musique traditionnelle mexicaine

POP Montréal | Beautiful Trafic on the Road to Lhasa

by Michel Labrecque

What’s not to love about this tribute show? To hear Acadian Marie-Jo Thério, Argentinian Juana Molina, Québécoise Klo Pelgag and the Arizonan group Calexico, among others, commemorating Lhasa de Sela on the same stage was intriguing, to say the least.

The Rialto was packed for the occasion: a multi-generational crowd, Franco, Anglo, Latino, came to attend this cultural high mass, dedicated to a singer who has become an icon since her tragic death from cancer in 2010 at the age of 37.

It only took three albums for this Mexican-American, who has lived in Montreal and France, to achieve the mythical status she enjoys today. A fourth opus has just been added: as its title suggests, First Recordings is chronologically the first album.

I know people, and even fellow journalists, who find this phenomenon exaggerated. One friend confided to me that she didn’t understand the craze, that Lhasa’s voice annoyed her. But on that Sunday, September 29, there was no room for skeptics. One spectator recalled having discovered Lhasa during her first intimate concerts at Le Barouf or Le Quai de Brumes, small bars, smoky at the time, where Lhasa opened our ears to Mexican and Latino sounds.

This is also Lhasa’s legacy in Quebec: to open us up to others, while integrating ourselves here.

The show’s presenter, actress and author Nathalie Doummar, told us from the outset: these three hours of music would allow us to hear almost all of Lhasa’s music and lyrics. And we began to float.

The first wave featured Helena Deland, Klo Pelgag, Feist and Laurence-Anne, all indie-pop singers who set the table, each in their own way, with ballads in English and Spanish. With the excellent accompanying musicians, the evening was off to a flying start.

It’s impossible here to comment on each of the twenty-two performances, during this two-hundred-minute concert. We also heard excerpts from interviews with Lhasa de Sela, a vibrant testimonial from her sister Gaby, and readings of some of her texts. There was some not-so-good and some excellent, but never bad. And above all, a great deal of musical diversity.

Between the folk group Ambroise, Juana Molina alone with her keyboards, guitarist Yves Desrosiers and the Alt-Rock of Bibi Club, everyone had their own way of making a Lhasa song their own. In some cases, this would have benefited from more depth, but the emotion and spontaneity made up for it.

In my humble opinion, the highlight of the evening was the appearance of Mexican singer Silvana Estrada and the band Calexico. Silvana Estrada’s vocal range, which I mentioned in another concert review, stunned the room. She was like Lhasa De Sela power 3. After two solo songs, she accompanied Calexico and the room started dancing. The Tucson band was in top form.

There were other special moments: folk singer Myriam Gendron delivered an almost Crimson-like version of Anywhere On This Road. We also heard the Barr Brothers, Bia, Marie-Jo Thério, Samantha de la Vega, La Force…and the list goes on.

One small drawback, which several spectators mentioned to me: most of the artists on stage were not introduced. At times, you wondered who was singing. Not everyone knows some of the more niche artists, such as Silvana Estrada and Samantha de la Vega.

Whatever the case, the crowd was satiated and the fans got their money’s worth. If there are any tickets left for September 30, I encourage you to go.

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Americana / chanson keb franco / prog / psychédélique

POP Montreal | On Third Try, Larynx Emerges For Good

by Alain Brunet

For his third emergence, Alexandre Larin, who expresses himself under the pseudonym/diminutive Larynx, didn’t seem to be swallowing too hard for a guy who’s still emerging after three offerings: Ma troisième émergence (September 2024), Applaudissez, bande de chameaux (2022) and J’aimais mieux les maquettes (2022).

Before he emerges for good on 3rd try and wins Game 1 (let’s be true to Canadian soccer), Larynx can gargle shamelessly, for he relies on a considerable repertoire.

When I arrived at La Sala Rossa on Wednesday September 25, I discovered a humorist of the absurd, coupled with an already prolific lyricist and composer, surrounded by his musicians in the middle of the floor. He’s hilarious when he’s overly sprayed with dry ice, when he affectionately confides in his audience that he’s freezing them (“Get used to it, winter’s coming!”) or when he recommends that his fans “move over there because it’s cool that way”. Haha!

A hilarious and communicative frontman, Larynx is already a prolific artist who has mastered the art of songwriting. To do so, he can count on some very fine musicians inclined to psychedelia, prog rock and the basic elements of Americana (country, folk, rock). The vocal harmonies are beautiful, the keyboards rich, the guitars well knit. What’s more, their message is not just clownish, but also vulnerable and epidermically sensitive.

The soloist’s voice is admittedly faint, but that’s not an irritant given the height and charisma of the character and his message, which knows how to make people giggle and also bring out the bad guy.

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POP Montreal | Patrick Watson Ecumenical

by Marianne Collette

Patrick Watson’s Sacred Sunday took place on the last day of POP Montréal. The aim was to introduce children to “sacred” music, in the broadest sense of the term, without restriction of musical genre or religion.

At the start of the show, the composer took the time to explain to his young audience what he considers “sacred music” to be: music that makes you want to look up at the sky and clouds. A fine definition, which has the merit of describing all the works on the program, in all their diversity. Patrick Watson was joined by a host of talented musicians, including Erika Angell, the Barr Brothers, Fernie, Mack MacKenzie, Kiya Tabassian, Joey Burns from Calexico, the Chœur des Mélomanes and the Greenline string quartet.

It’s important to underline the generosity of these artists, who have agreed to perform in what is essentially a free concert. What an opportunity to attend a show featuring so much dedicated talent! The musicians’ professionalism was tangible in the way they interacted with an audience made up of a good number of toddlers. Let’s face it, this is not the easiest audience. No one spared any effort, however, playing to these noisy, dissipated spectators with the same passion as if they were an audience of eminent music lovers. The artists present showed their passion for music and their desire to share it, while remaining aware that children listen in their own way, and that the most important thing is to give them the chance to come into contact with the world of music.

The presentation of the show was adapted to younger audiences: the musicians often spoke to the children, explaining in simple words the origin and history of the songs performed. On the other hand, the music was enjoyable for ears of all ages. At the end of the concert, the audience was invited to join the Chœur des Mélomanes in a rendition of Leonard Cohen’s Hallelujah. An enduring classic that delights children and parents alike.

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POP Montréal | Nabihah Iqbal, Authentic and Universal

by Alain Brunet

Nabihah Iqbal grew up with rock and metal, and her musical culture is clearly British, if not global. The London-born artist bears a Muslim name from southern Asia, and she tells us she doesn’t drink alcohol, preferring a drink made in Montreal. So what?

These are the only possible clues to her origins. I insist on this presentation, because what we love about Nabihah Iqbal has little or nothing to do with these considerations.

We listen to her music with consummate pleasure, and soon come to the conclusion that this gifted artist has everything it takes to be a citizen of the world, open, fulfilled and creative, while at the same time embracing her origins.

There was a time when Westerners of Caucasian origin expected their fellow citizens of non-Western origin to express their native culture through their actualizations in a Western context. Fortunately, this colonialist expectation of an ethno-cultural ornament no longer exists, or is steadily declining. This was clearly demonstrated on Saturday evening at the Rialto Hall, which was better packed than at any time during POP Montreal’s 23rd presentation.

The rhythms of this brilliant thirty-something’s music are binary or ternary, the harmonies tonal or modal, the lyrics universal. Her aesthetic draws on ethereal wave rock, the rock relative of ambient electronica. His work is somewhat reminiscent of that of the previous generation in the UK, such as Cocteau Twins, certain works by Massive Attack, My Bloody Valentine, Lush and other projects endorsed by the 4AD label in the 80s and 90s.

In fact, Nabihah Iqbal fuses the two and adapts them to her creative ambitions. As an orchestral designer and leader, and master of her own destiny, she has teamed up with her saxophonist and electro producer partner Aldous RH.

We were treated to a variety of rich proposals at different levels of intensity, sometimes heavier, sometimes more ethereal, all belonging to a coherent, fluid, accessible and, above all, highly inspired universe. That of Nabihah Iqbal, who certainly conquered the floor of the Rialto Hall. Will the hundreds of fans who turned out on Saturday spread the good news? To ask the question is to answer it: here’s a tangible buzz, for the best of reasons.

Photo Credit: Sarah ODriscoll

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Electronic / Hip Hop

POP Montréal | First of many Bastid BBQs in Montreal ?

by Eric Cohen

When Paul Murphy, aka Skratch Bastid – one of Canada’s premiere scratch DJs (nay – one of the world’s premiere scratch DJs) throws a party, it’s undoubtedly going to be a banger. When he throws a cookout – add burgers and beers to the banger and you’ve got Bastid’s BBQ!

Starting at 3 pm on a sunny Saturday afternoon in Montreal’s Mile End, the first ever Pop MTL edition of Bastid’s BBQ took over the Marche des Possibles space on September 28th – hopefully the first of many. The battle DJ from Halifax received all the accolades when he competed in worldwide competitions like DMC, ITF and Scribble Jam as a young DJ, earning a reputation as one of the most talented and creative turntablists in the world (anyone who has ever seen his Imperial March routine will know he is the GOAT)! His BBQ featured some high caliber local talent, as well as international guests, culminating in party rocking sets by Bastid himself, and one of LA’s most celebrated turntablists, DJ Nu-Mark (from Jurassic 5 fame).

After a day filled with burgers, beatboxing, and breakin’, Bastid came on at 8 pm – the crowd had already gathered and assembled into a high vibing community of hip hop heads reliving some of the glory days!

The celebrated DJ delivered a hype set of classic rap traxx, backpacker beats, house vibes, dancehall riddims and plenty of golden era hip hop anthems with ease. Sonically, everything was warm colours and deep bass when Bastid took over the 1’s and 2’s with his vintage selections mixed to perfection. The crowd was vibing hard to Bastid’s turntable acrobatics as he seemingly made entirely new beats from slivers of other songs and proving why he is one of the most people no active and creative forces in the scratch DJ world. 

(check out out the video below for an example from the BBQ)

To finish off the night, California’s DJ Nu-Mark hit the stage, with an explosive right out the gate, seamlessly mixing some of the badassest beats from the hip hop history books, rocking the party right, while curating a perfect playlist, and cutting it up with sensational dexterity. Here is hoping this is the first of many Bastid BBQs in Montreal in the future!

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New Wave / Punk Rock / Rock

POP Montréal | Edith Nylon, Reappearance? Appearance!

by Alain Brunet

Édith Nylon and her pals from that era have a keen interest in making their presence last. The third card in the resurrection line-up at POP Montréal, the French singer was of interest only to collectors of memories.

Anyone interested in France’s punk rock and new wave scene 45 years ago would have listened to Edith Nylon, her cheapskate keyboards and razor-sharp guitars spread over four albums.

And then others took over, and Edith Nylon disappeared. It seems that the adventure continued elsewhere than in our ears, on the other side of the puddle, especially since Edith Nylon had never crossed it to perform in Montreal. So was this a reappearance or an outright apparition? More precisely, the band reformed in 2020, after a 37-year hiatus! One album was released in 2021, and it seems that others will follow La fin de la vie sauvage, and the newest one Echo, Bravo.

And so, the ageless punkette, Mylène Khaski, arrives after her colleagues have warmed up their instruments and started the groove. These cheerful, grizzled bards may be in the 55-65 bracket, but they haven’t lost their fire.

Yes, the drums are a little thin, but they hold the tempo well. Yes, the guitars are less razor-sharp than they used to be and dominate the keyboards. Yes, the soloist doesn’t have the voice of the century, but she’s got it. And yes, you can certainly feel the band’s esprit de corps. We feel their joy in playing, we appreciate their cohesion, and we observe their inclination more rock than punk, more classical than disheveled. All in all, it was a delight, even if the old hits weren’t as plentiful as nostalgic fans might have wished. Of course, in addition to “Avorton,” La Fin de la vie sauvage and Ne dis pas oui ne dis pas non, Khaski sang the essential “Edith Nylon.” It goes without saying that the audience reached a climax.

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Chamber Pop / Indie Pop / Indie Rock / indietronica / Pop / Rock

POP Montréal | We Were Stars

by Lyle Hendriks

It’s hard to place another band that has experienced the trajectory of Montreal-formed indie pop outfit Stars. Celebrating the 20-year anniversary of one of their most iconic albums, Set Yourself On Fire, we were treated to the LP in its entirety, with all the live refinements that come with playing with all original members of the band for more than two decades. 

Stars have a reputation for their unique outlook on their fans, a deep and genuine gratitude that’s earned them a niche but truly hardcore following that hasn’t waned over the years. It was a pleasure to see this attitude firsthand when Stars took the stage in front of a sold-out house in the beautiful Rialto Theatre. Lead vocalist Torquil Campbell exudes a humble grace onstage, looking out upon hundreds of smiling faces with a warmth and kindness that’s hard to put into words. “We wrote these songs for you,” he said, “Because we knew you were out there.”

Stars bring stunning confidence to these old tracks, elevating them even further with the brilliantly placed additions of saxophone and violin, which add an elegant touch of nuance and orchestral beauty to their cavernous tracks. Vocalist and guitarist Amy Millan can hardly stop smiling long enough to deliver her delicate but delicious high-end vocals, while bassist Evan Cranley pounces across the stage with every note. Chris Seligman’s synthesizer work is beautifully moderated, deftly weaving in between hair-raising riffs from Chris McCarron on lead guitar. Millan and Campbell’s voices are true magic together, and when Cranley and Seligman hop on the mic to support, we’re treated to a harmonic feast for the ears.

Of course, it’s hard to compliment the vocals of Stars without mentioning the other guest performers: Nearly every member of the crowd. I found myself awe struck at the sheer dedication and love on display from the audience, who danced, cheered, and sang along in a way that I’ve scarcely seen, even from sold-out arena shows by world-famous musicians. It was so palpable that Stars let us sing the last song of the set, “Calendar Girl” from start to finish, word for word—a beautiful chorus of hundreds of voices coming together over their shared adoration of Stars.

Stars is a phenomenon in the truest sense of the word. What other artist commands such dedication from so many, with such effortless ease? What Canadian indie band boasts the longevity and endurance of this one? Who else rejects the idea of being an idol and instead reflects all the love and gratitude back at us without the slightest hint of irony or cynicism? Stars is a band unlike any other, and it was a pleasure to watch them take this well-deserved victory lap.

Photos by Stephan Boissonneault

Indie Pop / Indie Rock / Rock

POP Montréal I The Dears Bring Out the Big Guns

by Lyle Hendriks

It’s not every day you go to see a Canadian indie-rock band and see a whopping 14 people take the stage. But this was exactly the arrangement for The Dears at POP Montreal in the Mile End’s beautiful Rialto Theatre. The five-piece band led by Murray Lightburn and Natalia Yanchak was supported by an incredible nine-piece ensemble of strings, brass, woodwind, and even a conductor. Knowing next to nothing about The Dears and their storied, 24-year history of indie chamber pop, I wasn’t sure what to expect from this small orchestra.

Playing their 2003 album No Cities Left in its entirety, we were treated to a set of truly epic proportions. Nearly every song stretched on for a minimum of five minutes, with new sections and parts crashing in again and again like waves against the shore.

Lightburn, once dubbed ‘The Black Morrissey’ on account of his powerful, intricately melodic vocals, put on a rapturous display behind the mic, on guitar, and even for a few spirited melodica sections. Each ballad could easily serve as the climactic number in an indie sleaze musical, with his tenor tones piercing through the dense web of instrumentation provided by the huge ensemble on stage. Keyboard player and vocalist Natasha Yanchuk is an incredible performer, with meandering yet decisive piano melodies that never end up quite where you’d expect. When Yanchuk and Lightburn harmonize, it comes with the poise and grace that can only come with intense familiarity, which makes sense when you consider the pair have been married for the majority of their decades-long working relationship. 

Off-kilter arrangements, perplexing, minimalist lead guitar, and immaculate drumming meant the core five-piece was a smash-hit success. While the supporting players certainly elevated these arrangements at times, I found myself wishing The Dears would do more with their fleet of musicians—particularly the brass, who seemed to stand there swaying for most of the set, getting one or two shoehorned phrases of playing time for every three songs The Dears played. This was my only real complaint for The Dears. While the strings add beautiful depth and texture to the orchestral pop effects of The Dears, to elevate this iconic album, I found myself wanting more space carved away for the horns and strings, incorporating them into the arrangements rather than relegating them to the sidelines.

With all that said, it was an invigorating show by The Dears, and Lightburn and his army of musicians left nothing behind on the stage. The crowd found their performance sensational—including Lightburn’s mom, who watched from the VIP balcony beaming and singing every word. The Dears might not be exactly to my taste, but their passion is undeniable and made them a pleasure to watch on the final evening of POP Montreal.

Photos by Stephan Boissonneault

Electro-Rock / Electronic / Glam Rock / punk hardcore / Punk Rock / Rock

POP Montréal | Alix Fernz’s Cutting Edge

by Alain Brunet

Alix Fernz aka Alexandre Fournier has been the talk of the town ever since the Mothland label put him on the map. And that’s only the beginning, as the Montreal artist travels the indie festival circuit, feeding a burgeoning myth. We could testify to this on Saturday at the Sala Rossa.

Alix Fernz and his band defended a small part of Bizou, an album released in April that certainly didn’t go unnoticed. Not very tall, not very well built, but nevertheless athletic, tattooed all over, hair peroxide. Clearly, the underwritten frontman is banking on a familiar rock star profile.

As he himself states when asked, Alix Fernz is in no way a fan of psychedelia, ambient or other placid frequencies he considers bland or downright brown. He clearly prefers more muscular, more square, more rock, more punk, more post-punk, more glam, more hardcore, more synthwave, more noise. He prefers to smell the polyethylene flowers, to borrow the title of a recent song of his. He’s prone to evocative tales of song, which he calls Muselière, Crack de dent, Cage en verre, L’étranglé, Défigurée and more.

The intense attitude and look of Fernz and his fearsome creatures draw on punk imagery, but the apparent roughness of the craftsmanship doesn’t exclude more complex rhythmic and harmonic structures.

There’s the rigor of prog and metal when these styles are well executed, but the shagginess of the interpretation camouflages the rigor, fortunately.

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Blues / Folk / Jazz / Reggae / Rock

POP Montréal | Yves Jarvis, The Power Trio Chapter

by Alain Brunet

Since he moved to Montreal a decade ago, I’ve been assiduously studying the work of Jean Sébastien Yves Audet under his aliases: Faux Fur, Un Blonde, and finally Yves Jarvis, for quite some time now.

The Anti- label even saw it in its soup, and we believed it would propel us into the first division. We’re still waiting, and yet the interest is still there.

Yves Jarvis and his predecessors have explored many musical territories, and they continue to do so.

On Friday at Casa del Popolo, we were packed in like pickles to enjoy Jarvis’ trip through the Hendrixian power trio, sometimes inclined towards Joni Mitchell harmonies, then roots reggae and more, as you’d expect. Blues, rock, funk, folk, reggae, jazz, and a picture of John Coltrane on his chest. Nothing to test this ever-young man, so gifted, so free.

Yves Jarvis may use familiar references, but he’s anything but a clone of a pop-rock classic.

This Friday, we saw and heard that the man has matured enormously, occupying space with such resources and taking so much time to tune his guitars.

Excellent guitar riff, excellent soloist, gifted singer, accompanied by bass and drums. Solid across the board, the power trio episode is thrilling and illustrates once again the total freedom of thought expressed by Yves Jarvis. As the embodiment of anti-strategy, will Yves Jarvis be able to keep on taking the back roads for much longer, and keep his character alive? Only time will tell.

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