b y Bree Perlman

of Montreal , show review at Fiesta Gardens Thurs night.

“Let’s pretend we don’t exist, let’s pretend we’re in Antarctica”

Pretending to pretend was fundamental to of Montreal’s majestic, production at Fiesta Gardens on Thursday night. Ninjas, Star Wars Gold Men, Pigs were just some of the characters that came out to play for a show that started high and ended higher.

The Prince and David Bowie/Ziggy Stardust comparisons are inevitable. The make up and ambiguous sexuality most notably. I thought of Hedwig’s rock opera on Jane Street, just below the seedy one hour rooms for rent above; Michael Alig and the original Club Kids before they killed Angel. For whatever comparisons, this is Kevin Barnes’ own fantasy world and in it he is king of his own castle, guest of honor at the party, and star of his own death–in a glorious white coffin, of course. You can come if you want to.

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All we are is dust in the wind, Darlings.

The dust kicked up forcing many fans to place a bandana over their mouth (I had my pink paisley one on), but it didn’t seem to stop anybody from having fun, fun, fun.

The biggest highlight for me on Saturday was Killdozer. Even if you’ve never heard of them before, you have certainly heard them. Trace the lineage of the music that became known to us as grunge, and you will find this band listed as direct ancestors. Their set that afternoon was pulsating and electric. Singer/bassist Michael Gerald proved that one can actually play an instrument and drink beer at the exact same moment, and guitarist Bill Hobson raced up the scaffolding, climbed on top of the loudspeakers, and used the metal structure to play slide with. The trio left stage with amplifiers feeding back, and the crowd (including members of the headlining acts) screaming for more. Read the rest of this entry »