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Live at The Opera House in Toronto, Ontario, Canada
November 10, 2007
Reviewed by Kristin Foster

The first sign that this was going to be a really good show was the decently-sized audience that showed up early to see openers the Born Ruffians.

The Born Ruffians experience can really only be summed up as this: It’s like high school. You met these guys when they were gawky and earnest, a summer has passed and suddenly they’re a bit older, still somewhat gawky and earnest but fully capable of playing a slick, tight set.  The trio from Midland, Ontario performed most of their self-titled EP and a whack of new tunes from their full-length album which is set to be released in early 2008. Lead singer Luke LaLonde’s voice is sounding even better after having the experience of touring with Hot Chip and Peter, Bjorn and John, among others. That said, the speed and accuracy that whipped them through “This sentence will ruin/save your life” was almost a bit too much. Maybe they deserve credit for being on the last show of a 6-week North American tour with Caribou but it seemed as though they weren’t feeling the songs the way they used to.

Then Caribou arrived onstage and rocked my world.

Daniel Snaith, formerly Manitoba, released a series of albums and EPs before changing the name to Caribou because of some ridiculous lawsuit. Their set was at times quiet, at times a wall of electro Pink Floyd-esque noise. Caribou kept driving their tunes along with steady rhythm through songs like “A Final Warning,” which goes in and out of noisy moments with a driving beat always in the background. It was especially entertaining to watch twin drum kits one-up each other through a song—Snaith on one and Brad Weber, along for the tour, on the other. The entire stage and a screen at the back were blanketed in projected colours and shapes that lent themselves to the trippy feeling of the show. If the audience hadn’t smoked a pre-show joint, they sure would feel like it now.

Photo courtesy of Jeremy Farmer

 
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