Showing posts with label Metz. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Metz. Show all posts

Sunday, June 23, 2013

Metz Release A New Video Because You Still Don't Have Their Debut Album Yet

And that should change immediately.

Haven't I professed my love for this record?

If not, let me do it again.

This thing rocks so much balls that I'm right back in '92, creaming on new Jesus Lizard and Barkmarket discs once again. It reminds me that I need to update last year's Baker's Dozen list, because this fucker is right up in there.

The new video is directed by Chad VanGaalen, whose Diaper Island was also a winner not too long ago.

And more tour dates below. These guys are going to kill themselves with exhaustion. Seriously, they have been on the road nonstop since last Fall, and the shit they do requires some conditioning.

Especially that drummer. Dude's a beast.

Anyho, the release:



Since the Oct. 2102 release of their critically acclaimed debut album, the Toronto-based trio METZ have been touring very nearly non-stop, playing shows across North America and Europe. METZ, have announced that they will return to Europe in the fall for a headline tour starting in Luxembourg on November 1st and ending in Manchester, UK on Nov 22. See below for a full list of confirmed shows, including performances at Sub Pop’s Silver Jubilee on July 13th in Seattle’s Georgetown Neighborhood (click here for a full lineup) as well as Festival performances at Sled Island (Calgary), Pitchfork (Chicago), Roskilde Festival (Denmark), OFF festival (Poland), Iceland Airwaves and many more. See below for a full list of Festival performances and your dates.

Jun. 23 - San Francisco, CA - Slims
Jun. 28 - St. Gallen, Switzerland - St. Gallen Festival 
Jun. 29 - Helsinki, Finland - Rock the Beach Festival
Jul. 4 - Arendal, Norway - Hove Festival
Jul. 6 - Roskilde, Denmark - Roskilde Festival
Jul. 12 - Toronto, Canada - Downsview Park
Jul. 20 - Chicago, IL - Pitchfork Music Festival
Jul. 26 - Guelph, Canada - Hillside Festival of Guelph
Aug. 1 - Venlo, Netherlands - Julianapark
Aug. 2 - Liege, Belgium - Micro Festival
Aug. 3 - Katowice, Poland - Off Festival
Aug. 8 - Oslo, Norway - Oya Natt Festival
Aug. 9 - Rees-Haldern, Germany - Haldern Pop Festival 
Aug. 11 - Castelbuono (Palermo- Sicily), Italy - Ypsigrock Festival
Aug. 24 - Los Angeles, CA - F Yeah Fest
Sep. 26 - Champaign, IL - Pygmalion Festival
Sep. 27 - Cincinnati, OH - Midpoint Music Festival
Oct. 30 - Reykjavik, Iceland - Iceland Airwaves Festival
Oct. 31 - Reykjavik, Iceland - Iceland Airwaves Festival 
Nov. 1 - Luxembourg, Luxembourg - Den Atelier
Nov. 2 - Brussels, Belgium - Witloofbar
Nov. 3 - Eindhoven, Holland - Hit The City Festival
Nov. 4 - Hamburg, Germany - Hafenklang
Nov. 6 - Copenhagen, Denmark - Beta
Nov. 7 - Stockholm, Sweden - Debaser Strand
Nov. 8 - Oslo, Norway - John Dee
Nov. 9 - Gothenburg, Sweden - Pustervik
Nov. 11 - Berlin, Germany - Bi Nuu
Nov. 12 - Warsaw, Poland - Hydrozagadka
Nov. 13 - Wroclaw, Poland - Bezsennosc
Nov. 14 - Prague, Czech Republic - 007 Club
Nov. 15 - Wurzburg, Germany - Café Cairo
Nov. 16 - Lausanne, Switzerland - Le Romandie Club
Nov. 17 - Milan, Italy - Lo Fi Club
Nov. 19 - Lyon, France - Marche Gare
Nov. 20 - Paris, France - La Gaite Lyrique
Nov. 22 - Manchester, United Kingdom - Deaf Institute 
Nov. 23 - Glasgow, United Kingdom - Broadcast
Nov. 25 - Leeds, United Kingdom - Brudenell Social Club
Nov. 26 - Bristol, United Kingdom - Start the Bus
Nov. 27 - Brighton, United Kingdom - The Haunt
Nov. 28 - London, United Kingdom - Village Underground

Sunday, May 26, 2013

Metz - Metz





Channeling the brutal rhythms of the Jesus Lizard and rendering the power-trio format to its very essence is always going to get an approving nod from your truly, but the point where I want to smack you across the face to take notice of the band Metz is almost immediately after the first listen of their self-titled debut.

Metz has spent the last five years stripping their best thirty minutes into this stunning release and it is of such head-nodding caliber that you may as well invest in a bottle of Excedrin on the way home from the record store.

And what a coincidence! The album begins with the driving “Headache,” which perfectly kicks things off with Hayden Menzies’ drumming, a man who hammers the skins like a dimwitted cousin of Dave Grohl-and that’s a compliment.

Menzies is usually joined at the hip with bassist Chris Slorach who is a one trick pony of quarter notes and piston simplicity-and that’s a compliment too.

But the band’s creative and chief noise monger is Alex Edkins who manages to sound like his destroying his larynx and his amplifier simultaneously. Nonstop. For a solid half-hour.

Metz is filled with dissonant guitars and cavestomp glee, causing Edkins to yell out “Woo!” like a punk rock Rick Flair during several songs. And while it may indeed be equal parts showboating and exasperation, it’s deserved. Metz shows a narrow focus and replicates the same formulas (jackhammer rhythms, dissonant note bends) throughout several songs, but the record builds up so much momentum that you can’t help but admire that this one, singular thing that Metz does, they do it very well.

Edkins doesn’t share Yow’s garbled rambles in his own vein-popping delivery. His is very précise and channeled, but as cathartic as his screaming is, Metz contains a very intentional pop element. It does little to minimize the very real power these three Toronto residents present on their full-bodied document, but it does wonders for repeated listens.

They could retire now and feel good about having their only recorded history be a worthy artifact. But let me be selfish for a moment and say, that I hope the band is able to pound the collective Jesus out of this thing on the road and still have something that’s at least half as good as this debut.


There’s a very clear indication that this band can take their path in any number of different directions. Whatever path happens to be, Metz will shine bright throughout their career and has the potential to inspire others to examine the fertile grounds of whiplashed post-punk rhythms and channeled dissonant aggression.