Showing posts with label memoryhouse. Show all posts
Showing posts with label memoryhouse. Show all posts

Thursday, November 1, 2012

Hillside Sunday Morning - Wooden Sky, Ohbijou, Memoryhouse+ (July 29/12)

Yes it was the Gospel Hour first thing Sunday at Hillside but many people found themselves in the school of The Wooden Sky, perennial workshop favourites, who were blessed with the angelic presence of Ohbijou. A workshop should be fun and interactive and that's exactly what was delivered as both bands collaborated, mixing the cut-off shirted guitars and banjo of The Wooden Sky with the female cello, violin (and trumpet) of Ohbijou. What beaver-loving Canadian doesn't love The Hip? Little Bobcaygeon got things going and rolled onwards with You've Really Got A Hold on Me (Smokey Robinson). The epic height difference between the bands was rather amusing yet their musical styles lined up well enough for a very appropriate '60s feel on Carole King's Will You Love Me Tomorrow. Now the Wooden Sky did indulge in a song of their own - however it was the first time they'd ever played it for an audience so still a proper use of a workshop. Future Hillside bands, please take note - this is how to throw a workshop!

Following that uplifting beginning to the day the true Gospel Hour beckoned just in time to catch a tune
that had most on stage (Be Good Tanyas, Birds of Chicago, Elephant Revival), as well as most in the bursting Island tent, "wade into the water". The hatted ladies in the front of the crowd first started getting into it and then everyone joined in. There were even solos; trumpet, keyboard and a washboard solo. Raise your voice!

Having toured together one would hope that the Great Lake Swimmers and Cold Specks would have enough familiarity with each other's material to collaborate on it. Unfortunately this did not seem to be the case as the few songs from both that were caught during their workshop saw them simply swapping back and for. Cold Specks did perform When the City Lights Dim which saw the GLS crew backing her up.

Memoryhouse and Imaginary Cities both make some very pretty music but there was no synergy here. Even worse than the track for track stylings of most poor workshops they simply split the timeslot in half with Memoryhouse checking in first used a drum board to play a few tunes including a cover. The male member understandable stayed seated to play his acoustic guitar as he'd have worked up a sweat moving around in that heavy sweater in the July heat. The drummer's percussion was subdued by his soft tipped sticks and also employed a shaker. Taking over Imaginary Cities played three songs of their own, nice but not even reaching heights from their full set on Saturday, leaving not much new to remark.

Hillside Sunday Eve - Cold Specks, Joel Plaskett+ (July 29/12)


I Predict a Graceful Expulsion is a beautiful record based primarily on the lovely voice of the young Al Spx. Performing under the Cold Specks moniker she put that voice on display as she opened a Capella, but for much of the rest of the set was backed by a couple of competent Englishmen and a Winnipegger (electric guitar, keyboard and drum, plus her own electric). There had been some well-deserved buzz about this artist and this was reflected in the tent turnout. Unfortunately for any fans not yet indoctrinated to the church of Specks it must not have been quite as captivating and resulted in an audible buzz of conversation overtop of some of the quieter songs (a pity). Naturally drawing much of her material from the debut album she did it justice and even included a few non-album cuts as well. With about two minutes to spare at the end of the set Al delivered an astounding unaccompanied old standard that just about floored me. Raw talent was on display.


A surprisingly small crowd greeted Memoryhouse considering they are locals AND they had a positive review on Pitchfork. Perhaps that's the snapback from not touring locally or being overtly involved in the Guelph scene? Regardless the two primary members persisted, Denise on keys and obviously lead vocals, and Evan seated with his acoustic, accompanied by a live drummer. Akin to Beach House, the music (especially that from the early EPs) is more suited to headphones in a lonely bedroom than being played live, especially at a festival. Not varying much from their workshop earlier in the day they played a couple of the same songs, even the same obscure cover that is a sonic departure for them, and didn't really make a connection either way with the audience.







Half Moon Run were slightly better dressed than the schmucks they looked like last time around, they wore simple jeans and tees while engaging the crowd. Their show works in part because of its dynamism as they are constantly swapping instruments in and out and between each other on nearly every song. The group featured as many as three drummers during their set this Hillside. Even the sound varies, including a supreme R&B groove on one of the newer songs that really hit the spot. Reception was solid and it's great to see this band continue on their upward trajectory.

Having seen Great Lake Swimmers a number of times, even on this very stage, it wasn't that high on the objective list to spend another few sleepy songs in the grass. That being said Your Rocky Spine is a stellar tune, especially keying on the lyrics, and it's always a treat to catch that, even in passing.

Having built and built their reputation from exceptional performances in their workshops over the weekend it was finally time for the Birds of Chicago to showcase their wares all on their own. Playing to a tent full of mostly new converts this part primarily American (Chicago) band, with ties to Canada, put on a show living up to the bar that they had set for themselves. From the few songs that I did catch it seemed that they were putting a lot into it and getting a lot back from the crowd, even on their non-English language track. It wouldn't be a surprise to see this band returning in the coming years as audience and band alike seemed to thoroughly enjoy the interaction.

The Slakadeliqs came in with some hype behind their recent release having garnered all sorts of accolades for its genre busting sounds despite consisting of a fairly standard four piece configuration, drum, acoustic, electric and bass. The crowd was fairly meager being up against some strong names on the other stages but they did their best to amp it up in the Island Tent regardless. There's a definite groove to their music that carries them along.

As disappointing as it was for Joel Plaskett to miss a couple of workshops earlier in the weekend (imagine the songwriting ability coupled with Tony Dekker and Bry Webb??) it was worth it as the extra couple of days of rest allowed Joel to come out very strong for the main stage weekend ending set. Not only was his definitive voice there and strong but he was his engaging self, putting on a show like the showman he is, including a moonwalk-like slide to cover the stage. Opening with classic Down at the Khyber he mixed old with new, slow (particularly Heartless, Heartless, Heartless) while putting some emphasis on the surprisingly strong recent release, Scrappy Happiness, considering the self-imposed song per week time constraints put on the writing and recording. Lightning Bolt seemed particularly appropriate not only because of the threatening thunderstorm but also the lyric "I was sick but now I'm cured". Following a set that met and exceeded Joel Plaskett set requirements he settled in and had some fun with us. There was the singsong of "Rain, rain go away", a little April Wine, and then some doo-a-ditty into Work Out Fine. This last one saw him dancing himself to the ground only to catch a glimpse and be mesmerized by the moon for a minute or so (from his back, on the stage). A consummate professional he knew how to close a set with the the Joel Plaskett song in many people's minds - Nowhere with You - and finally his eccentric live rendition of Exraordinary. Encore! Encore! And so he did, persisting with Harbour Boys with just our clapping as he dealt with a broken string only to come back strong and rock out the ending. Putting a nice cap on the evening, the weekend and another fabulous Hillside was Come on Teacher, complete with a Hillside referencing freestyle. Oh Joel.

Saturday, March 12, 2011

Memoryhouse (Great Hall, Mar. 10, CMW)

Memoryhouse are the band that somehow slipped past the campus-radio music coordinator and his sidekick (that's me) in their hometown of Guelph all the way to a raving review on The 'Fork. I've been curious about the band ever since and finally the opportunity had arisen to take them in after enjoying their EPs for the last few weeks. For this reason I'm disheartened to report that what is so lovely in my headphones did not translate to the stage sure there's a host of excuses - first time all four played together, cavernous hall on a mixed music fest bill, or simply that this tending-toward-chill wave music is difficult to present live. Regardless the heavily synthesized guitar blaring from the speakers missed the mark and the lead female vocals didn't come across lovely and hushed as I wished they would. I thought about saying that perhaps it is for the best that I never saw them live, but on second thought maybe an intimate (Memory)house show with a captive audience would be less a disservice and more suitable. The final song, slow and soft, came closer to this, at least for the first two rows.