Sometime last year, I tweeted that I'd really like it if someone could send me a list of all possible types of "core" music. I'd heard of grindcore, nerdcore and of course hardcore, but it seemed like the core family tree had the potential to be vast and ridiculous, and I figured the Internet could help. However, like most of what I put on Twitter, this request garnered minimal response.
Toronto's Metric is a rare band that can bring a lot of different kinds of music fans together -- I often marvel at the variety of pro-Metric people just in my own circle of friends.
There are some who would call the synth-heavy funk pop of the 1980s an unfortunate detour from the cosmic path of the funk mothership.
A marriage of '50s doo-wop and '80s synthpop, Cults has nearly cornered the summer sing-a-long market. Driving beats, fuzzy guitars and bright keys make for a sound that's old and new, joyous but wistful.
When I set out to cover one band only to have my heart stolen by the opening act, it's hard not to feel a certain measure of guilt. Alas, this is exactly the predicament in which I found myself Monday night as Austra captivated before Cold Cave's performance at the Firebird. Is this betrayal or discovery?