Live Review: Propagandhi w/ The Rebel Spell, October 27th, Vancouver, BC
October 28th, 2009 Filed under: Made In Canada, Reviews - Live by admin
(Photo – Jamie Sands)
Live Review: Propagandhi with The Rebel Spell
Tuesday, October 27, 2009
The Rickshaw Theatre, Vancouver, BC
The government is trying to lull us into complacence with their evil meat spell, killing brown people in the desert is the new black, and worst of all, you still don’t know how to use a toilet. Propagandhi were in town Tuesday night and best believe they brought their gripes. Hopefully they had their own bathroom, because otherwise they have a whole new set of human rights abuses to admonish: the type where humans abuse their rights to piss and litter all over the fuckin’ venue when they don’t have to clean up after. Sorry fuckface, but your admission didn’t include an invitation to be a filthy non-contributing feral child cunt.
Vancouver’s own The Rebel Spell were the big buzz in the lobby. One of Van’s best loved punk bands, the Spell, fronted by a hybrid of Ivan Drago from Rocky IV and the tall Nazi from The Pianist, burned through a half hour of contempt for the global death machine, evoking memories of the glory days of Epitaph, being 14, and jacking off to Shirley Manson on MuchMusic (What’s wrong with that? – Ed) with a hot dog in the other hand. Drummer “Stepha” had the performance of the night, stealing the show and putting even Propagandhi’s Jord Samolesky to shame with her brazen shit-kicking. The Rebel Spell made the hometown audience proud and their huge draw was apparent from the number of mouths singing along. Not to mention, half the good looking girls at this cock party were in the band, so god bless ‘em for that too.
Punk may be in her 30′s, but she’s no less of a motherfucker. Propagandhi took the Mike Tyson approach and threw knockouts from round 1, driving the audience mad with degenerate rage over tracks like “Back to the Motor League” and “Less Talk More Rock”. The Loser-peg residents sounded harder and tighter than ever, playing blistering two-guitar fills on matching SG’s with perfect precision and hammering out anthemic protest songs like the world depended on it. And it very well may. In an age when once-conscious bands seem increasingly apt to be let astray by money and fellatio, Propagandhi are representing the good fight with every chord. As a matter of fact, when a stray money pouch landed on stage, founder Chris Hannah even let the audience know “someone’s disgusting leather wallet is up here…” and threw it aside.
The good fight has and will forever be a magnet for self-righteous snobs. And by the way, if gaseous meat is murder, than you’re a fucking murderer Chris Hannah, because I fart a whole chicken in your general direction. Notwithstanding this detail, Propagandhi didn’t disappoint. They are some of Canadian punk’s coolest dads and the righteous life has sharpened their sound to deadly perfection. The mixed crowd of young and old, derelict and runaway, square and hooligan all got their money’s worth, along with the added satisfaction of knowing that conscious Canadian rock is in good hands for now. Look for Supporting Caste, in stores now.
By Nigel Mojica
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