Toronto's favourite gay church-folk collective is in usual form on
Origin:Orphan, their first on Arts&Crafts (in Canada) and their
fifth studio record overall. Shying away from their indie-pop mechanics
to revel in world-music experimentation, Joel Gibb's tenorous
harmonization soars above the fray on "Ratify The New" and "Walk On,"
featuring a guitar part that sounds ripped off from U2. While their sex
talk has faded (there are no golden showers here), the standout track
remains the slow burning "Do I Belong?," in which the band channel Max
Webster synth sleaze while experiencing an existential crisis. Though
the breezy "In The NA" remains the "Doot Doot Plot" of Origin:Orphan,
music is no longer Gibb's sole boyfriend -- he's doing lyricism on the
side. Eye Weekly
September 2009 Archives
Toronto's favourite gay church-folk collective is in usual form on
Origin:Orphan, their first on Arts&Crafts (in Canada) and their
fifth studio record overall. Shying away from their indie-pop mechanics
to revel in world-music experimentation, Joel Gibb's tenorous
harmonization soars above the fray on "Ratify The New" and "Walk On,"
featuring a guitar part that sounds ripped off from U2. While their sex
talk has faded (there are no golden showers here), the standout track
remains the slow burning "Do I Belong?," in which the band channel Max
Webster synth sleaze while experiencing an existential crisis. Though
the breezy "In The NA" remains the "Doot Doot Plot" of Origin:Orphan,
music is no longer Gibb's sole boyfriend -- he's doing lyricism on the
side. Eye Weekly
The garage-rock bandgasm that is The Almighty Defenders finds the King
Khan And The BBQ Show and the Black Lips in a gospel-inspired
collaboration resulting from the Lips fleeing India and ending up at
Khan's Berlin flat. Their self-titled debut is pretty much just what
you'd expect: distortedly ecstatic call-and-response vocals, 1950s song
structures and the lowest in lo-fi recording. While the music isn't
nearly as memorable as what King Khan, Mark Sultan or the Black Lips
are capable of on their own, there's an infectious vibe of wasted
camaraderie that makes you want to down a bunch of tequila shots and
praise the gods of garage in the best way possible: starting a band of
your own. The Almighty Defenders should go over well with the bands'
current congregations. but I doubt we'll see many new converts -Eye Weekly