Mark Morton with Moon Tooth – Live at L’Astral – March 16th, 2019 – Montreal, QC

A tidal wave of hardcore bummer vibes came crashing down this past Saturday the 19th of March at L’Astral here in Montreal, QC. What was supposed to be the first visit of critically acclaimed metalcore act Light The Torch ended in the last minute cancellation by predominately California native four-piece as frontman Howard Jones encountered a bout of poor health. Once I was done bitching and moaning about this sad fact, I came back to the reality that the show went on and I had reviewing to do.

Moon Tooth

First up to bat was Long Island, NY progressive tornado, Moon Tooth, an act so intensely eclectic that the room honestly started to fuckin spin. Think Mike Patton level eclectic without the earth-shattering talent. Is that to say that these cats didn’t sport any talent? Absolutely not, could the vocal section have used a little tightening? Totally. Did the compositional values of the music rip like a mother fucker? Also totally. Was this performance on another level of what my brain could comprehend in that moment of inexplicable fatigue? Yes, but also I’m a big bitch. This was a ton of fun, I just wasn’t on the level

Mark Morton

Mark Morton, better known as the lead guitarist of metalcore monstrosity Lamb of God, was partaking in this spectacular little tour to promote his solo record Anesthetic. With the repeated absence of our headliner, repeated dates of this tour have seen Morton take the top spot as means to keep the show rolling. This was in no way a disappointing fact. As a pundit and longtime LOG fan, I can’t say this record did me all that much genital juggling, but I definitely can tell you that live these tunes bring some heat. Fronted by Sons of Texas singer Mark Morales, aka next gen Phil Anselmo, each tune, though fronted differently on the record, came with a much more south groove texture to it. With both Morton and Doc Coyle of Bad Wolves on the axe swinging, it’s next to impossible to complain about tone or twang of the string section. Wrap all this up with the crowd-pleasing cheap pop of a performance from Montreal native Alyssa White-Gluz and there was not a stiff next in the room. The only question left is what could have been, or what kind of return we might see from our MIA headliner.

Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have more whining to do.

Written by Jason Greenberg
Photography by Danny Donovan
*edited by Danielle Kenedy


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On the first day, the Lord said "Let there be Bucketlist," and all of human kind then became aware of the incredulity or abysmally flaccid result on their attempt at Art. On the second day, the Lord said "Jason, go review that show you're going to on Friday," and begrudgingly, a review was made. What the world was for Jason Greenberg before that point is either completely unimportant or mildly pornographic, but the world of today after many years of serving his Queen has brought him opportunity, hardship, and a whole lot of Bucketlist patches on indiscriminate pieces of clothing. You may see him lugging your band's equipment and yelling at you aimlessly about the useless construct of time. You may see him expelling a noise not fully understood by humankind at the end of a microphone. You may even see him swimming in an ocean of poutine, but you will always see him as his true self, a sentient and obnoxious Bucketlist Music Reviews Billboard.

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