Taverne Tour weekend ended at Le Ministère. Everyone has been crushing Labatt 50s for three days straight and the room is brimming with energy on the heels of La Sécurité’s performance. We survived the festival, hopping over snow banks from venue to venue. Now, it’s time to party.
The Drin was the closing act, a noise rock band featuring a saxophone, a harmonica, and some morbid lyrics. This was an interesting choice for the festival closer. I would absolutely see this band again when I can pay attention to what is happening on the stage. Their sound is gritty and cool, and they are certainly captivating performers, just maybe not enough to hold the dwindling focus of the festival-goers on their last ounce of energy.
It was slightly surreal and disorientating to witness at 1 am; a man in dark sunglasses playing the sax quickly approaching through the crowd, as someone shoves a greasy slice of pizza into my hand. All the while the singer is asking: “do you want to watch yourself die?.” Honestly? No, I don’t. Right now I’m at the pizza party; I want to headbang and shake some ass. There is a time and place for considering my own mortality, and I’m just not sure this was it.
