Baroque

Montréal Baroque 2025 | 4 seasons: welcome to the 21st century and the climate crisis, Mr. Vivaldi

by Frédéric Cardin

From Vivaldi’s Four Seasons, it seems that all manner of expressive concepts and contemporary symbolism can be drawn. It is indeed the mark of a living masterpiece that so many artists draw on it for multiple meanings, constipated purists be damned.

The final concert of the Festival Montréal Baroque 2025 presented a Climatic Crisis-linked modern version of the famous Four Seasons. On stage, in addition to the Pallade Musica ensemble, were characters evoking Nature and the humans who foul it. Between each of the seasons, a composition by Mathias Maute recalled the themes of the Four Seasons, but reworked to underline the current disruption of nature. The four solo recorder scores, often of formidable virtuosity, were impeccably rendered by Vincent Lauzer.

The choreography/staging had the good idea of not abusing the presence of the characters. Indeed, the problem I sometimes see with “collages” of choreography to existing classical music is the lack of ideas to accompany the music all concert-long. Here, the appearances were occasional, though numerous, leaving enough pauses to return to the music alone. The character of Mother Nature was continually present, but often in the background or hidden, like an observer. In short, the balance was right.

As for the music, Pallade Musica’s rough, even violent playing is to be underlined, as they built Seasons characterized by a rare emotional and physical intensity, often deviating from the principle of “beautiful sound” to get to the heart of their incendiary vision. On some notes, accuracy was sometimes lost, and this should not be overlooked completely, but transcending this fact, we were treated to a 21st-century post-punk vision, and an approach that, in truth, is not at all out of keeping with the current climate crisis.

Of course, this kind of attitude can be highly displeasing to self-proclaimed professors of good taste, such as those in a well-known Montreal daily. That’s to be expected. A recent review of the journalist in question drew a comparison with the same Four Seasons presented the same day by the Montreal Chamber Music Festival at the Maison symphonique, with the brilliant Kerson Leong as soloist (link to the article at bottom of the page). There’s no need to put the two versions back to back: their nature is totally different.

Leong is sovereign as soloist throughout (at Pallade Musica, a different soloist was featured in each season). He is one of the most dazzling violinists of his generation. He and his ensemble have indeed built a luminous and perfectly balanced edifice, tonally ideal and technically flawless. Pure, inspiring seasons.

But the underlying argument of this well-known critic is that this is the only way to conceive this masterpiece. Once again, I underline the mediocrity of his argument, as I did previously on another subject (READ THE COMMENT Diversity and inclusion are not punching-bags).

A masterpiece that couldn’t stimulate a variety of interpretations, and precisely the most extreme ones, would be condemned to gather dust. Everyone is free to appreciate or not, of course, but the insinuation that one way is justified and the other not is ridiculous.

Ultimately, these Four Seasons of Climate Crisis offer an original and distinctive commentary on the Vivaldi monument, trading “plastic perfection” for a provocative and memorable symbolic embodiment.

Link to the article mentioned above :

https://www.ledevoir.com/culture/musique/894091/critique-concert-deux-fois-quatre-saisons-cloture-festivals

Baroque

Montréal Baroque 2025 | Zarzuela, my love

by Frédéric Cardin

This was my very first concert in the atrium of Les Grands Ballets canadiens. As I settled in, a doubt assailed me: concrete, a brick wall, what kind of acoustics would result? Well, like an exhilarating little miracle, the result was thrilling. Perfect acoustics for low-resonance instruments such as a harpsichord and gut strings, but above all for voices, in this case a superb duo of soprano and mezzo.

The Spanish ensemble Harmonia del Parnàs, reduced in size to two Baroque violins and cello, and a harpsichord, offered a program devoted to the early lyric art of the Iberian peninsula. On the menu, then, were excerpts from zarzuelas (Spanish operettas), operas and cantatas by composers as little-known as Castro, Corradini, Duron, de Nebra, Hernández y Llana and Castel, but so commendable for their mastery of catchy melodies and lively rhythms. Nothing to envy from Vivaldi, Corelli or Handel, these gentlemen!

It would have been a pleasant moment even with a decent set of music. But fortunately, it was much more than that. A lesson in precision, participatory energy and tonal quality was offered by the Spaniards (and Argentinians, we were told), who supported outstanding vocal performances by soprano Ruth Rosique and mezzo Marta Infante. These two were clearly relishing this repertoire, at times sparkling, at others steeped in poignant melancholy. Committed, even truculent embodiments of the characters evoked (jealous wife, grieving lover, etc.) completed an experience that will remain imprinted in the memory of the spectators present.

We can only hope that these singers and this instrumental ensemble will return someday very soon.

Ruth Rosique, soprano

Marta Infante, mezzo-soprano

Hiro Kurosaki and Lucía Luque, Baroque violins

Hermann Schreiner, Baroque cello

Marian Rosa Montagut, harpsichord and direction

expérimental / contemporain

Suoni | Contemporary Improvisation, Latin American Discovery

by Alain Brunet

For the main course on this Suoni Sunday evening, June 22, 2025, clarinetist, composer and improviser François Houle brought back a substantial piece from his adopted west (British Columbia): The Secret Lives of Color is a suite inspired by author Kassia St.Clair on the subject of color.

The links with music are explored here, and the research team includes only musicians of the highest repute, from Canada, France and the USA: Gordon Grdina (oud), Myra Melford (piano), Joëlle Léandre (double bass) and Gerry Hemingway (drums). The delicate strings (oud and double bass), the subtleties of the piano and the free-flowing percussion are beautifully balanced, not to mention François Houle’s impressionistic playing in this context.

Before which, a female tandem suggested a rich and sustained dialogue between piano and trumpet. Manitoba pianist Marilyn Lerner is a fixture on the Canadian jazz scene, and the same can now be said of trumpeter Nicole Rampersaud. These experienced musicians have mastered the latest codes of improvisation, both free and structured through an elaborate lexicon.

From Melbourne, Australia, the Open Thread quartet, previously comprising Canadian cellist Peggy Lee, saxophonist Julien Wilson, guitarist Theo Carbo and drummer Dylan van der Schyff, offered a very chamber jazz set. The rhythms were solidly executed, with a binary-ternary feel and composed measures. The guitar was more contemporary than modern jazz would suggest, and played a colorist role in this context, while the themes were often served up in sax-cello tandem, unison or counterpoint, tonal, atonal or finely noisy improvisations, to form a cohesive whole.

At the end of the evening, it was time to head down to the basement of the building, to the Soterrenea, where the Mestizx tandem was performing, made up of Bolivian singer and multi-instrumentalist Guardia Ferragutti and drummer Frank Rosaly. Reinforced by local musicians (bass, trumpet, electronics), Mestizx infuse their teapot with Latin and indigenous roots (Bolivia, Brazil, Puerto-Rico) in a folk-jazz-rock-latino-experimental style that’s not to be sneezed at. From now on, you’ll have to follow the trajectory of these highly creative artists. A real discovery!

Chanson francophone / Pop

Francos | The Candor and Kindness of Aliosha Schneider

by Marilyn Bouchard

On the last night of the Francos, the MTelus was packed to welcome Franco-Quebec darling Aliocha Schneider.

To thunderous applause and shouts, he smiled, a little shy of the warm welcome, and offered his first song alone on acoustic guitar. He then skilfully went through his repertoire, including such staples as Ensemble, Feu de paille, Avant elle, Paradis and L’océan des amoureux, with candor and kindness, punctuating the show with little Montreal anecdotes and short jokes that were always apropos.

A charming, intimate, unpretentious concert, in which the artist brought out her simplicity and sensitivity, drawing us into a musical universe in her image: full of sweetness.

Billie du Page had kicked off the evening with an energetic medley of songs from her debut EP, mixed with a few surprise new releases, including Not Your Princess, Et si and Sorry, against a backdrop of a projection of her name that unfortunately worked half the time. This first part effectively got the audience revved up for the arrival of Aliocha Schneider.

The Francos 2025 indoor final was well worth the detour!

Photo: Émanuel Novak-Bélanger

Hip Hop / rap / Rap français

Francos | Back in Time With Saïan Supa Celebration

by Sandra Gasana

Although the Fête de la Musique is not officially celebrated on June 21 in Montreal, as it is in France, the timing for Saïan Supa Celebration was just on point. Although they weren’t complete, two of the collective’s members having left the group, they still managed to recreate the festive atmosphere to which they had accustomed us 20 years ago.

A drummer and a keyboard was all they needed in terms of musicians, since the rest was done through singing, rapping and beat boxing. Recordings of vocals could be heard at times, as at the very start of the concert, but that’s all it took for the crowd to start screaming. They opened with Raz de marée, one of their biggest hits from their debut album KLR, released in 1999, a classic of French rap.

Their on-stage energy was unchanged, with some of them looking a little older, while others remained in top shape. In fact, they wanted to see if their fans were just as fit by making them dance, but above all by asking them to get up and down on one of their songs. The average age in the room was around 45-50, but I was surprised to see so many young people in their twenties and thirties.

Short choreographies, breakdancing, jerky dance steps, and total mastery of the stage. With four members, it’s not always easy to find your place and occupy it without it looking too chaotic. Sometimes, one of them was alone on stage, then in a duo, then in a trio, then back to the full band. In short, we were treated to every possible scenario, but each time, the complicity between the artists was palpable, especially in Soldat, when one sings, the other continues with rap.

They challenged the crowd to “see if we have a voice in Montreal”, a challenge they took on proudly. They had fun on stage, teasing each other, interacting with humor, but it was clearly Sly Johnson who stole the show that night. With his chilling soul voice, he performed a short cover of Marvin Gaye’s Sexual Healing, which left no one indifferent. He also masters the art of beatboxing and uses humor on stage.

Of course, they didn’t just play their biggest hits, but also some lesser-known tracks, as well as the previously unreleased Étranger, which they wanted to test on the Montreal audience. We were even treated to a dialogue between beat box and drums, while on À demi-nue, from the album x raisons, they received a very warm welcome from the audience.

We had to wait until the encore to hear THE song I’d been waiting for all evening: Angela, which made this band legendary. Why was Crew replaced by Celebration? It’s a question we’d have liked to ask the band, but the interview request didn’t go through. Perhaps next time? In the meantime, we’ll be content to take a musical trip back in time to our youth.

Photo: Frédérique Ménard-Aubin

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Americana / Chamber Folk / chanson keb franco

Francos | Cardinal at The Foufs

by Florence Cantin

From the outset, I must confess my bias. I never miss an opportunity to praise Avec pas d’casque. I’ve already seen them three times since their big comeback on stage, marked by the release of Cardinal, but it has to be said that on Friday night at Les Foufounes, something singular happened. The audience – dense and attentive – seemed suspended by an intoxicating quiet force.

Stéphane Lafleur arrived with confidence from the very first chord. Never had the music and his voice seemed so perfectly matched; the world of Avec pas d’casque blazed in its fullness. The sobriety of the riffs and the purity of the embellishments reflected an economy of means, with every sound choice designed to serve the text. It was just bare enough to be clothed in a deep, universal benevolence. What is striking is the intention that runs through each of the songs. Disarmingly precise: not a word too many, not a note too many.

Then I heard lyrics that had always eluded me when listening at home. This kind of realization rarely happens in concert. Antoine Goulet’s work at the console undoubtedly had a lot to do with it. Stéphane Lafleur’s voice was rendered with striking clarity, carried in all its nuances, down to its most minute fluctuations. He sang with the quietude of someone who humbly knows it’s right.

After a few songs, Stéphane Lafleur proudly slipped in that he would follow the advice of Mathieu Charbonneau – keyboardist, baritone player, all-round noisemaker of sorts – who is said to have told him, “We’re at Les Foufounes, we just play bangers!” Those who have been listening since the early days have been in for a treat. As for Avec pas d’casque’s repertoire, bad songs are hard to find, testifying to a remarkable law, principle and constant.

To see languorous slows being danced at Foufounes is both rare and welcome. The crowd hummed along. It sounded like a single, warm, unified breath carrying that of the performer. They concluded with Nos corps (in D flat), from Effets Spéciaux. A song that’s more beautiful than ever: “Et ce soir dans tes bras / C’est la paix dans le monde”.

Well, it’s not the kind of thing you want to read in a show report, but you had to be there.

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Ambient / Arabic Classical / Electro-Arabic / expérimental / contemporain / Post-Rock

Suoni | Sanam, Beirut’s Eloquence on The Brink of Danger

by Alain Brunet

On the doorstep of the Sala Rossa, we learned that the USA had just bombed Iran’s nuclear facilities. What would become of this region? In addition to the Iranian and Israeli populations, could all the countries bordering Iran with Shiite communities, such as Iraq and Lebanon, suffer as a result? Would their inhabitants be the mostly innocent victims, whatever their position on these conflicts and their ability to influence their destiny? This is the profound anxiety in which the artists of the Beirut-based group Sanan live and create on a daily basis.

And it’s just gone up a notch.

On Saturday, however, these artists received a lot of love and passed on just as much, before returning home to face this immense adversity once again.

Sandy Chamoun, the lead singer of Sanam, is an authentic frontwoman, racy, eloquent, theatrical, deeply rooted in rock (post-rock, in fact) and in a resolutely contemporary Arabian style. Incantations, declamations, rock vocals, among other avenues of vocal expression. The singer’s performance oscillates constantly between the dramatic expression of these great melodies, tributary to the sacred and classical Arab chants appropriated by the Arab super divas of previous generations.

Behind Sandy Chamoun, there are rocking, often highly saturated guitars (Anthony Sayoun, Marwan Tohme), acoustic bouzouk (Farah Kaddour) that also keep us glued to Middle Eastern and North African traditions (in addition to the soloist’s voice), there’s solidly executed drumming, drawing on traditional rhythms and Western rock, and there are rich electronic complements, including those of a modular synth contributing the drones needed to express the Levant in an experimental context of rock attitude.

It’s just about impossible not to be captivated by such an atmosphere. It’s also impossible not to applaud this new signing to Montreal’s Constellation label: Sanam’s third album, Sametou Sawtan, will be released in September.

Thanks to our friend Radwan Ghazi Moumneh, co-owner of the Hotel2Tango studio, master of the Jerusalem in my Heart project and instigator of this meeting between Sanam and his Montreal audience in the context of the Suoni. From the outset, he delivered a sermon of drone, chanted and sung words, extreme saturation, tradition and tragic passion.

There we were, in the heart of Arab expression on June 21, 2025, the night things got seriously worse where you know.

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Poetry / Slam

Francos | Honoring Slam With Grand Corps Malade

by Sandra Gasana

Who said slam had no place on THE biggest outdoor stage at the Francos? Grand Corps Malade proved on Friday night that it’s possible to do slam, poetry, even singing at times, and still deliver a concert worthy of a rock star.

On the same stage as Tiken Jah Fakoly a few days earlier, the man who made his home in our metropolis last year charmed his audience with his words, bringing together tens of thousands of lovers of the French language. Accompanied for the occasion by several instruments: trombone, trumpet, cello, guitar, piano and drums, the 2-meter-tall man towered over the Place des Arts, appearing under a variety of lighting effects. He opened his concert with “J’ai vu la lumière”, followed by “La sagesse” and “Saint-Denis”.

At times, nothing could be heard in the crowd, a dead silence, with only GCM’s voice resounding. The audience was hanging on his every word.

Each track was unique and the orchestration impeccable: on some, the trumpet served as an introduction, while on others, all the musicians started at the same time, giving a festive atmosphere to what was to follow. The lighting effects were in their element, enveloping each song in an original way.

I particularly liked “Roméo Kiff Juliette”, where we can clearly see the artist’s storytelling talent. He knows how to tell stories, and depending on the verse, the music follows fluidly, more intense when the action is in the foreground, and softer at the beginning and end of the piece.

He takes the time to speak to the audience, without hurrying, especially when he talks about his children and their reaction after listening to his latest album.

After “2083”, which is a little intense in terms of rhythm, he returns to gentleness with “Retiens tes rêves”, where slam and song cohabit, against a cello background. Shadows of dancers can even be glimpsed during the track, adding another dimension to the show. These shadows were also used for the Aznavour tribute song “A chacun sa Bohème”, which he covered in his own way.

But the highlight for me was during her duet with Camille Lellouche, who only appeared on screen, “Mais je t’aime”. I discovered her recently thanks to my son. In fact, a French festival-goer standing right next to me and my sons knew all the lyrics by heart, and seemed delighted to see her compatriot perform.

There were two surprises: the first came when Emma Peters took to the stage to sing “Sauf quand je pense à toi”, having just finished her own concert at Club Soda. Another surprise was MCO, the youngest of the rappers, who took to the stage for “C’est moi qui écris mes textes”, and who bears a striking resemblance to Grand Corps Malade. Is he his son? We suspect so, but he won’t confirm it.

The audience appreciated “Montréal”, as everyone around me had a smile on their face during this song written in 2009, in a café in Montreal.

He couldn’t have finished without playing “Mesdames”, a song in which he pays tribute to women. But it was with “Deauville” that the Francos 2025 special events concert came to an end, leaving us with a glimmer of hope in this crazy world, where poetry and slam still have their place.

Photo Credit: Victor Diaz Lamich

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Contemporary Jazz / Electronic / Experimental / Contemporary / Soul/R&B

Suoni | Watch that ends the night records Quinton Barnes + Jason Doell & Naomi McCarroll-Butler + Liam Cole + Alex “Bad Baby” Lukashevsky

by Z Neto Vinheiras

The festival kicks off at the city’s favourite triad: Casa del Popolo, La Sala Rossa and Sotterenea in a first night full of magic being brewed from both sides of St. Laurent’s street. At Casa, the night is blended with improvisation, indie-folk, R&B and experimental music.

Alex “Bad Baby” Lukashevsky welcomes us into the night just in the right mood with his jovial spirit, playfully enchanting, taking us through a thread of stories and inventiveness. Defying structure, and predictability, Lukashevsky’s performance is abundant and generous, raw to a very precise expression of one’s own musicking – “(…) music is dreaming…” he sings, and the audience agrees.

Liam Cole brings the indie-folk and the warmth of friendship to the stage, performing his latest “Warm Soup At The Big Rain”, released in March this year. Accompanied by Michael Duguay, co-founder of WTETN, with a grounding presence at the piano; Andrew MacKelvie, WTETN’s second half, pulling us to the skies through his soprano saxophone; Liam Fenton’s soothing guitars and Jason Mercer tasty bass lines, the ecstatic drumming sets the motion and takes us to this place deep inside the earth – full of colour, taste and birds, where Liam’s voice lives.

In a more experimental tone, the duo Naomi McCarroll-Butler, who performed alongside Sam Shalabi in his septet on the 14th June on Suoni’s official overture, and Jason Doell take us close to the transcendental with long sustained string notes in homemade instruments, saxophone’s delirium, noise’s elasticity, and some signal processing in between – each one in their work-soundstation, the dialogue is profound and meaningful, hypnotising at times. Perhaps an adapted live version of their latest tape release “FOUR FORMER MYRRH FORMERS FORMED HER HORN FOR MURMURS”, definitely a luminous addition to our tape collection, the improvised journey takes us somewhere special.

The night is already well warm and Quinton Barnes gets it hot and hotter, closing this first day with Suoni in sensuality and grace, sonic and soul liberation. With a full band on stage, magic is real and so is “Black Noise”, the freshly released album gifted to us in a cosmic performance by Quinton Barnes and the Black Noise Ensemble on this thursday night – in a multiplicity of instruments, practices and styles, from electronic to free jazz, to improvisation and r&b, the synchronicity and same-frequency language of Barne’s group is evident. Something seriously beautiful emanates from this connectedness. Chameleonic, fervent, Prince-esque eloquence, we get the feeling of a legend, a myth, right there with us in the same plane.

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Francos | A Montreal 1st for Emma Peters

by Sandra Gasana

8 p.m. on the dot. Emma Peters from France kicks off her show after an opening set by Passion Poire. Three men accompany her: a keyboardist, a drummer and a guitarist. Emma in turn sings with or without guitar, an instrument she handles quite well. The instruments start up, then a distant voice is heard, then a silhouette and finally, Emma Peters appears on stage, in blonde, plated hair, shiny pants and matching black t-shirt.

A fine stage presence, she dances quite well, and moves from the melancholy to the festive without disturbing.

“I’m so happy to be here. It’s my first time in Quebec, and I’ve been trying to get here for 3 years, so we finally made it! She sang songs from her most recent album Tout de suite, released in 2024, such as Juliette and La vie de ma mère, as well as from her first album Dimanche, which included the hit Lové. The singer who made a name for herself on social networks with her guitar-vocal covers of songs during the pandemic had no trouble filling Club Soda. All generations were represented, including several teens and pre-teens accompanying their parents.

One of the highlights of the evening was during the song Clandestina, which she performed in a guitar-vocals formula. She even managed to get the crowd singing along to the chorus, a moment of magnificent symbiosis. Unfortunately, I had to leave before the end of the concert to go and cover Grand Corps Malade’s concert on the Rogers outdoor stage, but what a surprise it was to see Emma Peters appear on stage alongside this slammer-poet!

I have a feeling this won’t be the last we hear of Emma Peters. Sometimes all it takes is the first time, and then the magic happens and France-Quebec collaborations are born. In any case, that’s what we’re hoping for.

Photo Credit: Benoit Rousseau

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Electronic / Experimental / Contemporary / Musical Theatre

Suoni | My Thursday at the Suoni: Alex Lukashevsky, Cabaret Noir…

by Félicité Couëlle-Brunet

The night began in a hush that thundered softly. Alone on stage with his guitar, Alex “Bad Baby” Lukashevsky delivered the kind of performance that makes you rethink what a concert can be. There was no setlist in sight, no need for spectacle, just Lukashevsky’s raspy voice, loose melodies, and a sense of playful vulnerability that felt as spontaneous as it was deliberate.

At times, it was hard to tell whether he was improvising or simply following a map only he could see. “Writing a song can take me ten years,” he admitted between tunes. And it made sense, each piece unfolded like a lived moment, each word weighted with the residue of time. It was less a show than an emotional cartography, and Lukashevsky moved through it with the grace of someone who knows exactly how strange and beautiful that journey can be.

Suoni describe his music as “boisterous and nimble, rambunctious and precise.” Add unclassifiable to the list. Lukashevsky doesn’t just perform songs, he inhabits them, inviting the audience into a soundscape that feels both deeply personal and completely open-ended. It was the most captivating set of the night, and a reminder of the kind of magic Suoni makes space for.

After the intimate spell Lukashevsky cast at Casa del Popolo, we made our way to La Sala Rossa for Cabaret Noir The Musical, a richly layered, multidisciplinary cabaret led by Mélanie Demers and her company MAYDAY, with musical direction by Florence Blain Mbaye. Inspired by the writings of James Baldwin, bell hooks, Frantz Fanon, and Toni Morrison, the show weaved together spoken word, rap, dance, and music to explore the complexity of the Afro-descendant experience.

The format took the shape of a live EP launch and theatrical revue, with Demers acting as host, introducing each act like a series of vignettes in a broader collage. The ensemble brought impressive energy to the stage, with a string quartet, drums, piano, and electronic textures layering behind vocal performances that ranged from soul to hip-hop to experimental song. The concept was ambitious and filled with care; an attempt to build a living archive through performance, one that carries both memory and urgency.

While the sound mix occasionally made it hard to catch the full depth of the lyrics, the emotion and presence of the performers still carried through. There was a real generosity in the way each artist took up space, drawing from theatrical traditions to build something vibrant and collective. Cabaret Noir felt less like a finished object and more like an evolving ritual, one that invites us to listen more closely.

To end the night, we slipped downstairs into the softly lit Sotterenea for the world premiere of Rock Dove, a new project by legendary poetry/soundscape duo Cat Kidd and Jack Biswell. We caught the latter half of the set, just in time to witness Cat Kidd take the stage wearing a crow mask, delivering a lyrical, almost incantatory performance that blurred the line between spoken word and ritual.

Known for their roots in Montreal’s ’90s cabaret scene, Kidd and Biswell’s return felt like a time capsule cracked open, a reminder of a different kind of poetic experimentation. Kidd’s voice rode the edge of slam, weaving odes to urban wildlife, pigeons, and maybe something more ancient and alchemical beneath the feathers. It was strange, theatrical, and oddly tender.

The ambiance downstairs felt quieter, more introspective, a kind of exhale after the bold textures of the earlier shows. A fitting, low-lit close to a night of sharp contrasts and shared experiments.

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expérimental / contemporain

Suoni | Chik White and Ky Brooks raise their voices (but not Jessica Ackerley)

by Frédéric Cardin

Three vastly different performances took place last night at Casa del popolo for the concert featuring Chik White, Ky Brook/Robyn Gray and Jessica Ackerley. Two of them plunged us into Noise with their screams and vocal outbursts, which were at times strange and disconcerting.

The first was the performance of Chik White, Darcy Spidle in civilian life, whom conservative ears (and even liberal ones) would describe as an oddball, or a schizophrenic in hallucinatory crisis. White plays the Jew’s harp and the guitar, but let’s just say that he violates them to bring out improbable sounds, which he accompanies with borborygms and improvised screams. Aunt Karen would have said he sounds like the animated character from La Linea (google that) drowning. Or vomiting. Or both at the same time. I’d like to say that I don’t have an aunt named Karen, that I have nothing against aunts, nor against anyone named Karen. It’s just to say that this kind of show is anything but mainstream. That said, the Nova Scotia-based artist’s candidness helped me enjoy watching (and hearing) him go, fascinated as I was by what he’d come up with the next second. Abnormal and astonishing. Long live Suoni!

Chik White

The second performance was the slightly more “conventional” (don’t say that to aunt Karen) duo of vocalist and sound designer Ky Brooks and guitarist Robin Gray. These Montrealers are into drone-driven noise. They rip the drones to shreds and build up a construction that leads to a pulsating finale, on which Brooks lets loose with heartfelt but controlled cries of rage. Unforgettable, intense and downright cathartic. Your humble servant loved it.

The highlight of the evening was a completely different kind of performance. And that was a good thing. After the previous experiments that almost made Diamanda Galas look like a girl scout, Alberta guitarist Jessica Ackerley imposed a more soothing, purely instrumental energy, made up of soaring, cosmic impressionism and episodes of great digital finesse.

Jessica Ackerley

Occasional outbursts of hard, even metal-style playing, prove her ecumenical guitar skills. All in all, the young lady pursuing a doctorate in Honolulu has made her mark into our minds. Here’s a performer of the very highest level, as much in knowledge and academic refinement as in the art of improvisation and eclecticism. A wonderful discovery for those who didn’t know her before.

It’s this kind of evening that reassures us about the future of musical creativity, and demonstrates the essential nature of events like the Suoni per il popolo festival.

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