Last night was yet another programming example of all planets aligning perfectly. Each band building on the energy of the last, with just enough of a pause built in to cool off and refuel. Though I missed it by minutes, late night sustenance was literally air dropped in during Le Mix du Chefs at 7e Rue. Word has it that varied canapés were parachuted into the crowd of hungry revelers. That’s FME logistics at work.
Night closing gigs at Au Diable Rond undoubtably left a lasting afterglow on all fortunate to crowd into the bar. Christian Fortin’s one-man blues festival was an amazing opener to what I can only describe as the perfect synthesis of Daft Punk meets Black Keys that was The Cyborgs. It’s not a party until an audience member uses Cyborg 0’s helmet as a percussion instrument with the helpful guidance of Cyborg 1.

Cheers,

Zeus

I have discovered the cure for atherosclerosis. It is to take in a triple header of Jimmy Target and the Triggers, Les Dales Hawerchuk and Groovy Aardvark. By the time their show was done, their unique brands of chest rattling goodness had cleared my arteries of all plaque. Particularly memorable was Groovy Aardvarks supremely crowd pleasing mix of traditional Quebecois call and response tunes with metal. A full group percussive samba interlude served handily as a cup of gasoline on the night’s bonfire. A local gang of youth costumed as everything from vikings to construction workers added color to the mosh pit. If there was an FME barnburner award it would have gone to them…

Cheers,
Zeus