Acid Mothers Temple with Yoo Doo Right – Live at Bar Le Ritz PBD – April 17th, 2019 – Montreal, QC

Blue Skies Turn Black is easily one of the best promotion companies in Montreal. They handle a wide variety of genres, put on a consistent amount of shows every month, and dial in bands from all around the world. One of the latest shows featured Japanese psychedelic rock band Acid Mother’s Temple. Any time a band comes in from overseas, the rooms get tight. There was no exception April, 17th, 2019 at Bar Le Ritz as people packed the room mid-week to catch an accidental and half-hazardous acid trip. Yoo Doo Right, a Montreal krautrock band, were on as local support and in my opinion, completely stole the show.

Yoo Doo Right

Yoo Doo Right’s trio consisted of Justin Cober on guitar, synth and vocals, Charles Masson on bass, and John Talbot on drums. Mostly instrumental, the songs carried an air of improvisation that sounded like perfectly achieved jams. Talbot drove the groove with drumming that had an inescapable rhythm to them. Sometimes sounding like samba or jazz, the backbone of the band held up the other two hypnotic components. Masson’s bass kept your head moving the entire show with minimalist grooves and melodies. The rhythm section of this band could have put on a full night of EDM and people would have tripped out the whole time over the repetitive and hypnotic dynamics. On top of these rhythms, Cober rained down with delicate drops of washed-out Fender-reverb guitar. For fans of psychedelic surf rock like Yawning Man, or the sitar-infused sound of Kikagaku Moyo, this band is a must-see.

From these lulling jams, the band was also able to throw big punches that would flow over like a flash flood. Instantly swept down the rabbit hole of experimental-shoegaze, the band flexed their musicianship and covered a good chunk of spectrum in terms of intensity levels. The sound coming off the stage was also impeccable. Every instrument had its lane and all the lanes sat comfortably on top of each other.  The crowd showed up and people were moving to the sound of Yoo Doo Right.

Acid Mothers Temple

Acid Mothers Temple brought a completely different part of the trip. It seemed like a scramble to get the various parts of their sound on stage, but eventually, the acid-washed quintet took the stage to shake some heads. Now when it comes to this band, it seems like every decision they’ve ever made, collectively or as a unit, has been made on acid. From the wild tie-dye silk pyjama looking garments to the shiny capes, playing in boxers so short I was sure of catching a testi slip, and even the music; Acid Mothers Temple came with their name and did what they doo.

The quintet brought a sonic laser beam to the naked receptors of the crowd. Acoustic instruments fused with effect-ridden electric guitar, pounding bass, drums played with the snare off, and a keyboard that sounded like it was trying to catch the right airwave signal to call for backup.  Although the band struggled with the tech to dial in the right levels throughout the show, there were moments where all of these chaotic sounding instruments meshed wonderfully to create some interstellar psychedelia. On the same point, interstellar psychedelia can sometimes pose a hazard if you find yourself stuck under the take-off of a rocket. At times, this was also the case, but as with any good acid trip, you should not be able to handle it all while sittin’ pretty. Click here if you wish to engage and take off.

Written by Ben Cornel
Photography by Michael Kovacs

*edited by Mike Milito
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About Ben Cornel 73 Articles
Ben Cornel (no relation to Chris) is one of many long haired, and seemingly faceless people that could be found in the band MOOCH and The Osmosis Jones Band. The guitarist-singer is rooted in the vibes of the 60’s and 70’s that echo through the musical world to this day. His goal as a review writer, more than anything, is to get people off of their asses and out to shows (including his own). Ben is a graduate from the Liberal Arts program at John Abbott College in Montreal; where his music trip really kicked in. Some say he is still tripping heavy to this day. Considering this blurb was written by himself in the third person, I’d say so too.

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