He's probably more comfortable in an old T-shirt and tattered blue jeans, but Manitoba's own Tom Cochrane had no problem rockin' the suit-and-tie set last night. Fun, fun, fun has somehow faded Who knew the Beach Boys -- a band that for decades has been synonymous with fun, fun, fun in the sun, sun, sun -- would ever be capable of leaving a bad taste in our mouth? Why review Powerball?
Because, like Everest, it's there For 40 years he's been teaching us when to hold 'em, when to fold 'em and when to walk away, but last night country superstar Kenny Rogers proved he's got a lot more schoolin' left to do. They're still known best for this little radio ballad you might've heard of, but as The Goo Goo Dolls from Buffalo ably demonstrated on the weekend, they're much more than just one-trick ponies. Blue Rodeo frontman Jim Cuddy underwent surgery recently to remove polyps from his vocal cords, but you sure wouldn't have known it from his solo show at the Pantages Nov.
3. As it turns out, we didn't give Top-40 star the credit he deserves Well whaddya know? Turns out James Blunt's got a little more life in him than we gave him credit for.
Soooo, another week, another hardcore double-header; this one courtesy of pioneering punk-rockers the Circle Jerks and the skate-rock post-punkers of Pennywise. He may not have died before he got old, but The Who's Pete Townshend -- together with surviving bandmate Roger Daltrey -- still managed to make his generation proud Tuesday night. An open letter to all Black Eyed Peas fans, in particular the humourless radio deejay who called us last week to kvetch about the not-so-glowing pre-show coverage we gave the group: You'll be happy to know we took the high road Saturday night, and rated the Peas' gig based on its merits, not our pre-existing -- how should we say -- aversion to the California funk-and-rap quartet.
What a difference a couple of days makes. On Tuesday, the Garrick played host to leftist folk/punk icon Billy Bragg, Scottish troubadour and hero to hordes of progressive thinking Wolseley-ites. But Thursday night, the same venue served as redneck central, giving a sold-out crowd of honky-tonk wannabes a chance to indulge their inner cowboys.
Overheard at Tuesday night's Billy Bragg concert: "If the Tories wanted to bomb this place, they could probably take out half of Wolseley." The posters for Monday night's hardcore double-header at MTS Centre painted the show as a punk-rock boxing match, with the elder statesmen of Bad Religion in one corner and the Irish-inspired upstarts of Dropkick Murphys in the other. Fans treated to a blistering, boisterous gig There wasn't a strategically placed tube sock in sight, but legendary funk-rock frat boys the Red Hot Chili Peppers still managed to deliver the goods Wednesday night.
Even sans the lime-garnished Cosmos, Mariah Carey knows how to put on a helluva girls' night. They've been away for a while, but Winnipeg's The Weakerthans more than made up for their absence with a bemusedly boisterous show at the Burton Cummings Theatre Saturday night. So we decided to do things a bit differently for Tuesday night's Avenged Sevenfold show.
Having arrived at the Burton Cummings Theatre minutes before the headliners were due on stage, we were informed the only seats left were in the second (read: super-crazy-high-up) balcony. Curse all you punk fans and your boundless energy. It's thanks to the likes of you that bands like Yellowcard see nothing wrong with waiting until nearly 10:30 p.
m. -- well after our deadline -- to take to the stage. For a Monday night show.
On a school night, no less. In their mid-'60s heyday, The Zombies put out only two albums, and toured together for a mere three years before calling it quits. We have no idea how a band as tiny as The Subways manages to deliver such a big, big sound.
Shouldn't these things end with a bang, not a whimper? Thursday night's hardcore double-header at the Burton Cummings Theatre got off to a more than promising start, thanks mainly to the sweaty showmanship of Missouri screamo quintet Story of the Year. He's been to Hollywood.
He's been to Redwood. And yesterday evening, for the first time in a decade, Winnipeg-raised rock god Neil Young came home.
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