Following the distant strains of the Loose Piston’s new album, Bronze Plated Moon, I crept up flights of creaking stairs through the cavernous mansion-turned-bookstore-and-event space known as La Passe: the band was holding a listening party.

La Passe seems like the Sistine Chapel for beatniks and rockers, with chipped painted flowers adorning vaulted glass-domed ceilings, fireplaces fallen into disrepair. With our long hair and our leather jackets, I expected a little old woman to emerge from the corner and tell us all to beat it.

And yet, La Passe is absolutely the perfect place to blast rock n’ roll while a crowd of kids drink PBR and talk about music, because this is Montreal. And this is how we do it here.

Bronze Plated Moon is the type of album you want from a band releasing another album, because it shows that Loose Pistons are experimenting with broader visions, including beautiful sections of brass and spoken word.

Thierry Sirois was responsible for the entrancing projections that were a huge part of the experience. I mentioned that it looked like a fucked up VHS, and was told that he does actually mix his work through both VHS tapes and digital, which is very cool.

Think Reality Bites meets a particularly weird acid trip. Indigenous tribes dancing over a jittering face of the pope, all while bass lines, that sound like a more relevant Rolling Stones, blast omnipotently. 90’s cloudscapes transposed over leaping cats and stripes of static.

Songs like Fool’s Gold Rush stand out for their rollicking bass, and all of it’s overlaid over images of trashed alleys, choruses of “Here comes your man,” screamed over paint swatches of primary colors.

The album concludes with a spoken stretch of poetry. There’s a sultriness to it that’s reminiscent of The Doors, without the bloated masochistic crap; the piece is more delicate somehow, and plays over images of a desert strewn with human skulls and then a skeleton rowing himself across a fuchsia-orange sea. It feels like I’m flipping through a deck of Tarot cards only to have Death fall out on my lap.

After the album was finished playing, Loose Pistons also premiered their music video for the track Queen of the Underground, a saga of one rock n’ roll woman’s jaunt through the city at night. She’s doing typical things that wild females do in Montreal: shaving half her head, staring moodily at her reflection for long periods of time, working a bullshit job, drinking cheap beer, and eating those noodles on St. Laurent with the Kraft peanut butter that only drunk people eat at four in the morning.

Looks like the underground is not so underground anymore, boys!


If you want to see all of this mystical, beautiful weirdness (why wouldn’t you?), local entrepreneurs Analogue Addiction will be presenting their official album launch party at Divan Orange on May 21st.

Bronze Plated Moon, you should be plated with gold.