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2022 marks a decade since The Sueves began their rock journey (albeit with a slightly different band line-up) and they continue to pump out ripping garage/punk. Their fuzzy, gritty sound first caught my attention with the release of their second album, R.I.P. Clearance Event, in 2018, and their track “People Come in Waves.” They’ve since graced us with another killer album, Tears of Joy. It’s bursting with fantastic tracks and high energy, and while I encourage you to listen to the entire 2021 album from start to finish, “Funeral Hugs” is the one that’s kicking ass in my vintage Mustang this month.
15 December 2021
It’s hard to believe another year has almost come and gone. It’s even harder to believe that it has moved so fast, considering all the pandemic lockdowns during the first half of the year.
15 November 2021
When you adore a band and practically everything they’ve done, it can be a bit difficult to decide on one single track to feature on a playlist, but “Drive Your Car” became a no-brainer.
13 October 2021
English band Free’s “I’m a Mover” is music to my ears, and it’s the track I want to listen to while driving my pony on a stretch of cracked grey highway over green hills.
When my mother wasn’t walking around the house belting out early 60s’ girl-band lyrics, she was collecting compilation albums, specifically from K-Tel. She may not have had the most refined taste, but she enjoyed variety, or at least that’s what I recall. I poured over them all, preferring some sounds to others. And when I found the perfect song, I’d play it over and over until ready to perform my latest theatrical dance incarnation.
With my family all gathered on floral grey sofas in our basement apartment, I’d set the vinyl on the turntable of a brown fibreboard stereo and not-so-carefully lower the needle. It would pop, screech, and crackle before any music spilled from the weaved-wheat speakers. My toes would press, lift, and sweep through the blue-green shag carpet, my arms would flail, and the music would bass and treble through my soul.
I’m no longer that 6-year-old doing private-audience interpretive dance routines, but my passion remains just as intense. I have no special superpowers as a curator — just my love of sounds and lyrics that transport, transform, move, and make your body groove.