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The Desolate Journey

Attacked and left for dead in the desert by an unknown entity, a man awakens to find himself in an enigmatic new world brimming with unholy chaos.

Where every imaginable evil can and does exist, this desolate wilderness relishes in the destruction of humanity.

With little understanding, the man is forced to flee for his life as hundreds of anonymous assassins stalk him through this vast land.

With no one to trust, the man must rely on the little resources he possesses, and to come to some sort of understanding about many unknown questions.

Why is this happening to him?

Where and what is this place?

And who is in control of it?

The answers lie within The Alternative Wasteland…

 

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Fiction, Reading,

My Mind Alone

The mind: Sometimes the greatest enemy one can encounter in life.

I stare absently at my laptop computer screen. My writing program sits open, and yet I continue to study the blank screen. Blink after blink, the cursor taunts me, Write something important. Dazzle me with your artistic expertise.

It mocks me.

It’s 9:00am, and I’ve been sitting at my writing desk for nearly two hours.

The words I seek elude me, and I find myself distracted by my thoughts of her.

Natalie.

It’s been four days since Natalie left me via text message, and I’ve been unable to prevent myself from rereading the text every few minutes.

 

Mike,

There’s no easy way to write this, but I’m going to try to anyways.

I can’t be with you anymore. I’m sorry but it’s over!!

 

Her words had attacked me like a stranger in the night.

Lurking with malicious intent, Natalie’s premeditated act of violence upon my soul was catastrophic.

Her succinct and lack of explanation as to why it was over had destroyed me.

It had destroyed my world.

 

I just don’t understand.

My friends have told me to move on.

That she isn’t right for me.

That she treats me terribly.

That it’s her issues, not mine that ultimately deconstructed our partnership.

I refuse to believe their lies…

 

I remove myself from the desk and walk to the couch where I fall face first atop the cushioned seats.

If I go to sleep, the voices in my head haunting me may dissipate for a few hours.

My eyes close and I drift away from reality.

 

Upon waking at 11:11am, my mind immediately retreats back to Natalie.

I pick up my iPhone, and scroll through every one of our messages.

Yet again.

I can’t help it.

As if attempting to decrypt some sort of secret meaning from it, I analyze each and every word in my head over and over until I border on insanity.

This is how my mind works. I’m an over thinker with a penchant of analysing every single moment of an event.

I tend to drive myself crazy, at times.

Analyze it from this perspective and then analyze it from that perspective, and so on… and so on.

I know I wasn’t the best boyfriend but did I really deserve this?

I grit my teeth.

My mind begins to drift…

 

As a professional writer, I have a set schedule I live by.

I tend to write from 7am until 3pm, Monday to Friday.

This schedule has allowed me to publish four novels so far, and I was currently working on a fifth.

But there would be no writing today.

Though my thoughts weren’t getting me anywhere, I couldn’t prevent my mind from dwelling on every single aspect of the relationship between Natalie and myself.

Good or bad, I would continue to rehash the same moment over and over again without any solid discernment.

All of the regrets, all of the moments where I should’ve done or said (or not done or said) something but didn’t (or did) were flooding back to me.

What I could’ve done better.

And the big one…how this entire breakup was my fault.

I was driving myself mad.

And I had to do something to get my mind off of her.

 

I had attempted to see her one last time.

I had confronted her outside of her apartment, but she refused to speak to me. She simply brushed me aside and walked away from me.

I had wanted to follow her…

 

Following the implosion of our relationship, I had removed myself from society.

I left my apartment in the big city and relocated to a cabin I had rented (without having to use a credit card, which was a nice perk) up north.

It was March, so it wasn’t too difficult to track down a decent dwelling.

I had been here for the past three days.

Isolated, the cabin was situated in a dense forest containing monstrous pine trees that yearned to scrape the heavens above.

The front of the cottage contained a small yard and a stone driveway situated off to the right side of it. The rear of it backed onto Hemingway Lake, a small body of water defined by its rich blueness.

It was the only man-made structure located on the shores of the lake.

For the past three days, I hadn’t encountered another living soul out here.

It’s as if I was the last human being on earth, and I liked that…

 

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Music Reviews,

The Joy Formidable-The Big Roar

Album: The Big Roar

Label: Canvasback Music, Atlantic, Black Bell

Rating: 4.5/5

 

Simply put, The Joy Formidable’s The Big Roar is a monumental odyssey into the realm of musical ecstasy. Juxtaposing ambitiously loud and monstrous sounds with powerful and eerily hypnotic vocals, the album is an embodiment of a wondrous imagination at work.

From the opening track “The Everchanging Spectrum of a Lie”, a Sonic Youth-inspired eight minute extravaganza, the listener is greeted with an audacious piece of epic grandeur. Swarming with an array of rhythmic abundance, the song is a blue print for what is to come over the next eleven tracks. And what is to come assembles into one of the best albums of the year.

A landscape of sonic majesty, The Big Roar confronts the listener with multitudes of style. Whether it’s the hard-hitting and confrontational “The Magnifying Glass”, with its booming combination of distorted guitars and thunderous drum patterns, or the enigmatic “Llaw=Wall”, with its simplistic melancholic structure that eventually gives way to a chorus that explodes with jubilant desire, the album revels in its diversity.

Though, if there is one aspect that really ties the album together, it’s located in its thematic make-up. There is a loneliness that permeates throughout The Joy Formidable’s richly-textured songs, and rather than undermine The Big Roar’s slight leanings toward catchy pop hooks, it instead provides greater character to the overall structure of the album.

A joy to listen to, the Welsh trio’s debut LP is an amazing achievement that will continue to appreciate with age.

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Music Reviews,

White Lightning – See It All

Album: See It All

Label: None

Rating: 2.5/5

 

There is something to be said about a debut album that contains 17 tracks and lasts over 66 minutes. Unfortunately, everything that can be said is not always positive.

Now, there is no denying that White Lightning’s See It All is ambitious in its pursuits. It attempts a lot, and not surprisingly, frantically struggles to hold on. Though talented in their own right, the band’s overambitious plans deter from what may have become a great record

The album bizarrely commences with odd trance-like chamber music, and then awkwardly transitions into a Datarock influenced track entitled “Satisfaction”. From here, the album incorporates sounds ranging from pop and punk to alt rock and simple piano medleys, and then finally concludes with a bouncy remixed version of “Satisfaction”. Though the last song is interesting and one of the few tracks that is quite enjoyable, it does seem largely out of place.

See it All also seems to suffer from a lack of memorable songs. Save for “Satisfaction” and “Hold On”, the album’s track list comes off as highly forgettable. And even the times when the album begins to come alive musically, it is usually for all the wrong reasons. The song “City Lights” instantly ignites thoughts of 311 rather than an original White Lightning tune.

Overall, the largest problem just seems to be a lack of identity found on the album. There is no real clear-cut way to define this band (and that may seem like a positive attribute to have), but not on your debut record. You want to embrace the listener rather than mystify them with diverse aspects of your sound. Though there are moments of brilliant musicality, this ends up becoming a highly schizophrenic introduction from the Edmonton-based trio.

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Music Reviews,

Kinley-Fair Hero

Album: Fair Hero

Label: Ironside Productions

Rating:  4/5

 

There is no doubt that Kinley is a name foreign to many ears. An Acoustic Folk singer from the prairies of Saskatchewan, Kinley (alias for Josh Docksteader) humbly introduces himself by weaving a web of simplistic pleasure on his debut album Fair Hero. 

Clearly faith-based (Religious-wise) as a songwriter, Kinley’s songs are personal inspirational tales of hope and perseverance in a world gone astray. Devoid of pretentious motives, the songs are truthful expressions of a longing heart. And though melancholic at times, there is no denying the optimism that resonates throughout the core of the album.

Kinley’s voice is a blend of sorrowful regret and unwavering endurance, and it truly aids the thematic structure of the album. Themes of loss and submission found in the songs “Mercy for Us All” and “Defeat” are interspersed with themes of rejuvenation and rebirth in “On the Edge of Triumph” and “Winter to Spring”. So, as straightforward as the album is stylistically, there is great emotional depth lyrically.

Though there are other musicians credited on the album (and they do provide exceptional support), this is a highly personal record that derives from one soul. And with nothing to lose, Kinley lays it all out for the listener to embrace.

Simplicity at its best.

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Music Reviews,

The Rebel Spell – It’s a Beautiful Future

Album: It’s a Beautiful Future

Label:  Rebel Time Records, Clandestine DIY Collective, G7 Welcoming Committee Records, Out of Tune Records

Rating: 4/5

 

The Rebel Spell’s It’s a Beautiful Future is an embodiment of what punk rock is supposed to resemble; an uncompromising lyrical molestation of the senses that is fearless in its onslaught of confronting social injustices. Without the presence of ambiguity, the album is a raw, abrasive, stripped-down DIY entity that strikes a voice for the little man through the subversion of mainstream ideals.

There is no time to waste as The Rebel Spell (out of Vancouver) relentlessly blast through 12 songs of outspoken attacks on what they deem troublesome with the world we live in. “Beautiful Future” is a sarcastic sneer towards our impending doom while “Uncontrollable” angrily leads a rebellious uprising against the oppressive forces of the powers that be.

Personifying the simplistic style of punk rock, The Rebel Spell infuse their commentary with a highly regimented mode of aesthetics. Throughout the duration of the album, the band incorporates a minimalistic use of chords (3-4 at the most), aggressive in-your-face drum patterns, and angry, venom seared verbalism directed towards anyone who has had the gall to piss these punk rockers off.

At times, however, there are concerns that the album will delve into parody as a result of thematic repetition, but the band quickly abolishes any thought of redundant blather by providing a highly energized presentation of the material.

There are traces of Bad Religion, The Offspring, and Rise Against filtered throughout, but The Rebel Spell understand how to incorporate (rather than copy and paste) their influences into assisting them personalize this album.

It’s a Beautiful Future truly breathes fresh air into the punk rock scene!

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Music Reviews,

Foxtails Brigade – The Bread and the Bait

Album: The Bread and the Bait

Label: Antenna Farm

Rating: 3.5/5

 

A highly deceiving album, Foxtails Brigade’s The Bread and the Bait revels in its trickery. This is an LP that commences in a very simplistic way but quickly becomes a highly diverse piece of transcendent beauty.  Through the use of guitar, cello, and violin, Foxtails Brigade creates a sense of feeling regarding time and place. During most of their eleven-track debut album, the listener is transported to an era once lived.

At times, the soft, melodic tone of singer Lauren Weinbach’s majestic voice summons the innocence of a mother singing her child to sleep. While at other moments the tranquil pitch of harmonic beauty is interrupted by accelerated guitar finger plucks that insinuate nightmarish visions of increasing horror.

This is greatly emphasized on the songs “Pan-Asian Delight” and “Steak and Cookies”. Two truly bi-polar melodies where peaceful and innocent lyricism is interspersed with dark and foreboding imagery.

Though, at times, some songs (“Creeping Ophelia” and “The Hours”) inch towards the mundane and the simply boring, it never once takes the time to admire these characteristics. There is a vivacious spirit present here, and the album refuses to remain bound by simple genre limitations. Musically, it bounces around (in a good way) with the energetic exuberance brought about by inspiration, and through this motivation dares to delve into numerous themes ranging from gentle sombreness (“The Clown”) to nostalgic remorse (“Long Day”). In essence, each track benefits as a result of its unpredictable nature.

Though not for all tastes, The Bread and the Bait offers something new and exciting to the listener privileged enough to hear it.

 

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Music Reviews,

Malachai-Return To The Ugly Side

Album: Return To The Ugly Side

Label: Domino Recording Co.

Rating:  4/5

A slow and tragic atmospheric journey into the psychedelic landscapes of Trip hop that is enunciated, at times, by fierce and powerful beats: This is how it is best to describe Return To The Ugly Side, Malachai’s sophomore follow-up to their 2009 debut Ugly Side Of Love.

The duo, consisting of Gary Ealey and Scott Hendy, provide the listener with an orgiastic feast of mood, melody, and stunning hypnotic manipulation within a relatively short length of time (14 songs clicking in at just over 35 minutes).

True to the Trip hop genre, Malachai deliver a dark and disturbing album that is not meant to be glossed over lightly. There is a great diversity of sound present here, and it is highlighted by melancholic themes and haunting lyricism. Many tracks, such as “Rainbows” and “Distance”, systematically enslave the listener with poetic poignancy and intimate personal anguish throughout most of the duration time of Return To The Ugly Side.

Greatly influenced by Massive Attack, Portishead and even hints of N.E.R.D., Malachai create a distinct, personal piece heavily derived from acid-infused sampling.  The duo, from Bristol, England (the birthplace of Trip hop), work hard to create a multi-layered narrative that incorporates many seamlessly intertwined musical genres ranging from hip hop and rock to jazz and club music.

A hectic ride through the shadows of life, returning to the ugly side was a journey well worth embarking upon.