LAKEFIELD with BLANK CINEMA at the Railway Club

Blank Cinema sound just like their name; they’ve got the audio, but the heart of the music isn’t there. “Their music is perfectly respectable,” thinks one audience member, but nothing grabs my interest. Their last song was the best, but perhaps because there were no vocals. The whole genre felt artificially constructed, and I imagine their first band meeting resulting in an agreement to make this specific type of music rather than let the music flow naturally. Their dancey pop/rock was good, I could see myself dancing to their last few songs at the Biltmore. As a band though, they don’t pass my test.

I’d liken Lakefield to a cross between Stars and Paper Moon, but their vocals are rather underwhelming (I’ll blame it on a blown monitor). “I like the space they’re leaving,” says T. Nile. “They’re not filling every gap with sound,” she explains further. I’m distracted by an iPhone photo slideshow until they bring a trombone on stage and everything changes. Before we can delve further into this new dimension, I’m told that Chris Velan played two hours before I arrived, so we quickly left in search of poutine (never say no to a grumbling stomach). Ultimately, that was the more satisfying of our experiences that night.

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