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Hey Hey,
I know I haven’t been posting at all recently, and for that I apologize.
There are most certainly several more instalments of the Tour Blog to post, and I’ll start releasing them soon enough!

As for now, I wanted to let you know a few things:

A) We’re jamming at our old old rehearsal space again, where the band was both conceived and birthed. It feels real good. Major thanks//love to Victoria, Sophie and Lisa for letting us rock out in their place. You gals = the bomb x 4.5

B) We’re playing a crazy awesome loft party in two weeks with our good friends Wind Up People (who’s debut EP I just finished recording – Check it here) and Aim Low. It will be a serious effects nerd kinda party. The FB event is here, if you’re in Montréal then I expect you there with bells on.

C) We’re going to Ottawa the first week of June for the First Annual Ottawa Bike Fest. We’ll be playing outside with the Sheep Man and some others. Should be madness, I’ll keep you posted on that.

D) We’re playing with Man Your Horse, Glass Works Coastal (who I also just recorded, more on that later) and Crabe at Le Divan Orange on June 14th. I’m stoked outta my skull for this one. Haven’t seen the MYH boys since september when we rocked out with them in Vancouver, and apparently they’ve got some new jams that you’ve gotta check out.

E) We’re going on tour AGAIN, in August. It’s gonna look something like this: 1: Sackville
4: Charlottetown – the Alibi
5: Halifax – HELP
6: Sydney – Governor’s
8: Stephenville – HELP
9: Corner Brook – The Bar Room
10: Grand Falls/Windsor – HELP
11-13: St. John’s – Distortion/CBTG’s
16: Corner Brook/Anywhere Else on NFLD – HELP!
17: Sydney – Governor’s
18: Moncton – Plan B (TBC)
19: St. John – HELP
20: Fredericton – HELP

Let us know ( if you can help out with any of the dates. We’ll do a formal announcement soon. Also: if you’d like to write about us/interview us/have us play on yr radio station/podcast/boat, GET IN TOUCH!

F) On August 28, we’re playing at Casa Del Popolo with Begin By Gathering Supplies from Chicago. Shit. Awesome. Expect more to come.

Alright, I think that’s everything on the go at the moment.

Love you, internet.


Gallery Connexion in Fredericton is a pretty amazing place, and for some reason I took almost no pictures of it. Located in the basement of an otherwise generic commercial building, the gallery contained several different exhibits and installations. In one room, giant mounds of disconnected computer keys littered the floor, and on the wall were framed messages assembled from the same old keyboards.

It was neat, you’ll just have to trust me!

The opening band, Two Piece Empire were perhaps the only other “loop-rock” duo we’ve ever played with, and we had a blast swapping tips and tricks together.

After the show, we headed back to the gallery booker’s place. Maggie had recently held an art show/concert in her home, and the remnants of it were still evident. Some of her own work was displayed, which was pretty excellent.

We also had an encounter with the most energetic cat we’d run into so far on this tour. It refused to stay put for long in any one place, but I managed to capture a couple of action shots.


After failing to successfully locate Sunnyvale Trailer Park in Dartmouth, NS, we crossed the harbour bridge and found ourselves in downtown Halifax. It was a rather grey day, and we were in rather grey shape ourselves after getting “caperized” so effectively the night before.

This is Real.

As a bit of a birthday celebration, we found ourselves a local wing night and spicy happiness quickly ensued.

After the wings, we got down to the bar, and met up with locals Kuato and major/minor. We had a bit of a weird encounter with the bouncer at the bar who informed us that it was against the law in Nova Scotia to bring our water bottles inside. We had a bit of a tough time believing this, but he had no trouble at all enforcing it. According to him, the liquor commission people are crazy in Nova Scotia, and they can’t afford to take any chances ever. It seemed as though we had exited our incredible maritime paradise and were facing a harsh reentry into reality.

Luckily, rock still exists in the real world, and we had a wonderful show. Both the local bands played excellent sets of explosive post rock.



Thankfully, after the show we were able to avoid another all night house party, and had a quiet and restful night at our buddy Zach’s place.

The next day, we went for some delicious burritos, and then wandered around the old Halifax citadel. It’s quite the sight!

Halifax, we’ll do you up right proper the next time we swing through.

After a quiet day doing laundry in St. John’s, and another quiet day driving from one side of Newfoundland to the ferry terminal on the other, we said goodbye to the rock and hello to a rather stormy ferry ride back to Cape Breton. The waves were a tad bit (read: excessively) more intense than they had been on the way over, but with the assistance of Gravol we managed to survive with the contents of our backpacks and bellies more or less intact.

Due to the rather excellent nature of our first visit to Sydney on the way out to Newfoundland, we’d managed to book a second performance at Governors Pub (known to the locals as “bunkers”). We’d also been invited to perform live on CAPER Radio, the CBU campus radio station. We headed there first and were greeted by excited college radio folks eager to help us carry stuff up to the studio.

For some reason, our experience dictates that the vast majority of college radio stations are on the second or third floor of their buildings. WHYOHWHYISTHISTHECASE? GEAR IS HEAVY GUYS! SRSLY!

Anyway, we managed with the assistance of the radio staff and a well-located elevator. We were encouraged by the arrival of several of our friends from last time along with a fair number of brand new faces. We were completely unaware that we’d be performing in front of a live studio audience; it was an excellent surprise. We played and chatted with Matt the station manager and host for almost an hour, as the place was run in a rather casual fashion and there were no deadlines or other shows scheduled for the rest of the day. Talk about a low stress environment.


The show is available for streaming online here.

Well Packed Cart!

After we’d finished up at the radio station, we returned once again to the now legendary “party house” from our last trip through. The gracious residents had offered to let us rest up before the show, and after a night spent on the ferry it was a welcome moment of relative peace and quiet. Of course nothing lasts for long, and soon enough a pre show party had begun. We stepped out for a moment to catch a set at the Upstairs club by our new friend Ryan, and by the time he finished up it was Bunkers time.

Our pals Andrew Greig and John Gill opened up the night with some excellent acoustic rock songs, including a full bar drunken singalong of Journey’s classic “Don’t Stop Believing.” It was awesome. Throughout their set, a rather flamboyant, grey haired caper named Rick insisted on showing off his skills as “the greatest interpretive dancer on Cape Breton island”. Since I am by no means an authority on the art form, I’ll refrain from commenting on the quality of his performances, but I can certainly say the man deserves an A+ for effort.

Upon discovering that the clock had passed midnight and that it was now officially my birthday (Happy 22, Me!), he was absolutely confident in the necessity of doing shots of Sambuca with me to celebrate. When in Rome, I say.

Next up was local songstress Colette Deveaux. As she was getting set up, I stepped outside to grab my water bottle from the van, and found myself sucked into a rather intense conversation about the nature of chaos in the universe with Rick. No sooner had he uttered the words “the chaos is like the fire at the center of all life, you have to embrace it. The fire only burns if you fight it, it can sense your fear!” than Colette came rushing down the stairs of the bar in a manner that one such as myself might describe as a “tizzy.”

The first words out of her mouth were “I have no idea what’s happening right now!” Feeling much the same way myself due to the recent exchange of adjectives, verbs and nouns that constituted my conversation with Rick, I was rather tempted to high five her in solidarity.

The second set of words was considerably more disturbing: “The bar is on fire!”

In the chaos that followed, the audience was evacuated and relocated to the infamous Capri, three fire trucks and several police cars got involved, holes were chopped in walls with axes, and about 0% of our planned rocking took place. Luckily very little real damage occurred, but the apparent cause of the fire was Arson, and the apparent target was the propane tank behind the bar.


Anyway, ain’t no fire gonna stop no capers from partying till sunrise on a Tuesday night, so that happened. At 10:30 I found myself out for three dollar breakfast on precious few hours of sleep (one and a half? Two? No idea.), and afterwards my cohorts returned to the LC to keep the party rolling. These people know a thing or two about endurance.
“What a magical wonderland,” Chris would say.

After a brief nap/sobering period, it was Halifax Time!