Ever since coming across Reid Jamieson about 5 years ago, floored from his acoustic EP “Noise in my Chest,” I’ve been meaning to see him live. Ever since he moved to Vancouver, it has been tougher and tougher to catch him. I was lucky enough to hear about his return to Toronto last Wednesday.
Walking into the Rivoli, I was taken aback by the revamp of it’s typically drab (yet intimate) backspace. The space was transformed into a classic 1940s-inspired jazz bar, complete with tables w/white table cloths and candle lights. Not bad for a quick turnaround; enough so you didn’t care much about the plastic patio chairs and sticky floors from the previous weekend’s shenanigans.
Guelph folk darling Jessie Bell Smith kicked off the night with a solo set of gutteral roosty songs about old age homes, dead mice and drunken jagermeister. Bell has a commanding raspy twang with the potential of great dames Etta James, Janis and Emma Lou Harris,powerful enough to fill the room without a mic. I wished she opened our eyes more as she was belted out those raw alto notes to strengthen her already powerful connection to the audience during her set. She has a ton of potential – look out for her as she grows and returns backed by full band.
Coming straight off the heels of a successful tour with CBC’s Vinyl Cafewith Stewart McLean, Reid Jamieson came onto the stage to a warm and comforting crowd of close friends and family, including a few folks the Skydiggers. His elation and emotion came through very strongly, as if he was putting on a special show in his own living room. Jamieson was very professional and polite in his demenour, playing songs from his albums The Unavoidable Truth, The Presley Sessions, and his new EP, Courting Juniper, coming out this month.
Jessie Bell Smith came onstage to sing Paperback Fantasy, one the highlights of the night. Unfortunately he did not play any of his evocative and intimately private songs from his Noise in My Chest release, but it had been over 5 years since its release.
Although he started polite and professional off the gates, Jamieson loosened up to become his alter-elvis ego for his set of Elvis songs, and closing with a fun cover of Natural Woman. Looking forward to hearing his next album of (presumably) knee-shaking heartbreak tunes and sweet love songs – something for which I can never seem to get enough.
I had no idea what to expect as I walked into the Rivoli last Saturday night. What initially brought me into the bar was to see the return of an icelandic band, Sprengjuhollin (pronounced “spreeg-guuee-hollin”) who performed here at the same venue at March. How often do you get to see a band from Iceland?
Sprengjuhollin have been on a Canadian tour, playing in the East Coast and in Montreal before returning back to the big smoke. With their arty Norwegian look, they sprung onto stage with tons of energy and punch. Atli Bollason (piano/back up vocals) was charged as the lead frontman in getting the crowd into their music. Although no one had seen them a few months ago, or even heard of their existence before that night, the band was ready to party.
Sprengjuhollin put in a fun bouncy set of pop, egging the crowd to move up from hiding in the back bar to “get into it” with them. They did pause from their jumping, head banging and guitar raising to give a quick lesson in Icelandic pronunciation: teaching the crowd how to stay their name!
Their acoustic track, “Worry til spring”was a standout, showing us they had more to offer than a Saturday night drunken jump ‘n dance act. The lead singer had a sweet Sunday morning voice, and reminding me of Copenhagen’s darling, Teitur(planes and airplanes album). There were some issues with EQ levels through their set, to the point where it sounded like white noise on some of their faster and louder numbers. It never stopped these lads from having a great time and enjoying their time on stage. I’m looking forward to hearing more from this band as they grow from their icelandic roots and into the English pop music scene.
Winhara exploded onto the stage with a strong set of powerpop and synth (think a cross between Muse and The Killers), combined with an light show you wouldn’t expect from an indie band at the Rivoli. It was clear they had an eye for details, and kudos to them for that – they understood that experimenting alt-rock with electronic can mean layer disaster and gimmicky if you don’t watch yourself. All their songs had a strong musicality to them, and you could sense their progression from alternative to the electro-rock space.
There was some good energy in the crowd, despite a trio of drunk guys at the front of the stage who were a little over zealous in showing their love of the band. I understand that “friend-power” spark the beginnings of success, but sometimes this love can take away from the experience to others… especially when bashing into them or shouting like bandits on a cowboy manhunt. Is this better than a stone cold comatose crowd? Or the ambivalent yet noisy peanut gallery in the back bar during Dan Mangan’s intimate acoustic set?
All frat boys aside, I was impressed with one of their newer electronic songs, “Five Alarm”with an infectious electronic beat and power vocals.Their title track, “Hold Back Light Show”was full of OK GO fun, and something you could easily hear on the radio. Their encore cover ofDepeche Mode’s Precious (below)was also impressive and something I’m hoping they continue to explore their synth experimentation as they head back into the studio this winter.
Winhara put on a well crafted show and show lots of potential. They want it and you can feel it. I’ll be looking out to see them when they return in 2010.
Reid Jameson w/Jessy Bell Smith
Rivoli
10.28.09
Doors at 7pm (show at 8pm)
Tickets $7 at the door
Reid Jamieson, a talented Canadian singer/songwriter is returning to Toronto. Originally from Toronto and now based in Vancouver, I was wisked away by his achingly sweet songbird voice and heart break music on his “Noise in My Chest” acoustic EP. His follow up alt-country album, “The Unavoidable Truth” was supported by a full band and Canadian talent including Sarah Harmer and Bob Egan, garnering critical acclaim in the Canadian folk/country circuit. Reid also released “The Presley Sessions”, a set of Elvis covers (with a Reid Jamieson touch) in honour of the 30th anniversary of Elvis’ passing. He is currently on tour with CBC’s Vinyl Cafe and making a stop here in Toronto at the Rivoli on Wednesday Oct 28th.
Over the past couple years I’ve been following Dan Mangan. So far it’s been a great story for this Vancouver singer/songwriter, whose recent sophomore release “Nice, Nice, Very Nice” in August with Criminal Records has caught some big attention from CbcRadio3 and the indie folk music community. I remember being among a handful of people at NXNE last year, or even catching his free show at the Annex Room with IndieCan, where a small cult-ish Toronto group yearned for him to belt out “Robots” or “Not What You Think It Is.”
Walking in late at the Rivoli on Friday (unfortunately missing the County French), I was initially taken back by the number of people there. Mangan and his band had been having a rough day: they performed a gig in Peterborough the previous night, a CBCRadio taping during the day and an early evening promo show at Criminal Records just a few hours before hitting the stage.
Mangan played a blend of new and old tracks, this time bringing a full band of horns, pianos and string players along with him. He was quick to pick the crowd with his upbeat, clap and foot stomping “I’m Sold”. The 3 hours of sleep did not hinder; it only added a bit more ash and whisky to his already passionate deep and raspy voice.
Unfortunately he wasn’t able to stay in control of the crowd soon after. It wasn’t his fault though, since most of his music is downtempo and without drums…and Mangan frequently use of pregnant pauses. It really takes an attentive and intimate crowd to feel the full effect of his music. Unfortunately this wasn’t in the cards this evening in this apparent industry folks and hyped hipster show.
The back bar noise (usually drowned by the drums/electric guitars) overpowered Mangan and foiled any attempt of emotional connection to the music. Beautiful songs like “The Indie Queens Are Waiting”, which include soft female vocals by Veda Hille, was butchered and lost any sensibility when all you can hear are details on Lucy’s drunken stupor last night. It was also clear they weren’t listening at all – during a few dramatic pauses mid-song, folks in the back clapped, thinking the song was over. This is worse than newbies at Roy Thompson Hall who clap between every movement in a symphony or opera, since they’re only guilty of innocent ignorance on classical music ettiquette. In this case, the knobs in the back had no respect or care over the show; they clapped while continuing their banter about their work week and how bad the Leafs. It’s just a classic case of stardom, and perhaps why many singer/songwriters become cynical or complacent feeling that no one is really listening. Bummer.
The turning point of the show was when a righteous audience member dutifully yelled “SHUT THE FUCK UP” after yet another ruined pause during “Basket”.
The peanut bar did subside (post yell) for the back half of the set — and this is where Mangan started to showcase what he was all about; highlights included “Tina’s Glorious Comeback”, “Pine for Cedars” and “So Much for Everyone”. I was hoping to hear “Unnatural Progression”, but in retrospect this was probably for the best in the event of being butchered by the bastards in the back!
The crowd favourite, “Robots“, ended his set and had the crowd singing, “Robots need love too. They want to be loved by You. They want to be loved by you”. Mangan also brought his “1980’s awesome” plastic robot and encouraging him to be crowd surfed during the tune. This was the only case where a full capacity crowd was a benefit, although it was not to outweigh the loud obnoxious peanut gallery for most of the set.
Let’s hope next time the crowd can appreciate the music more than the hipster hype.
