MTL Blog recently release an article titled “Montreal’s Foufounes Electriques Is Literally Changing Friday Nights In The City.” It extols the virtue of the bar, saying that rock ‘n’ roll is indeed still alive, and you can find it at Foufs! Well, that article is for the birds. Any person at Foufs on this night for the show could’ve told you that Foufs has been around much longer than MTL Blog, and kicking ass ever since day one.
Oni was the first band up. They had ambient noise walk them onto the stage while singer Jake Oni repeated our city’s name in his jagged voice. As the first song kicked in, so did the headbanging. The bar was at least half full when they started, and everyone got into it. Chase Bryant and Martin Andres were rocking instruments that’d be at home in the guillotine-happy days of The Terror. Also, they have a xylo-synth player called John “D”… and he is really fucking good. He used four mallets and a plethora of pedals to achieve one of the most unique and insane things I’ve ever seen at a metal show. They played a good set, with tight, time-signature-changing finger tapping techniques. Each song had multiple iterations, which the band flowed seamlessly between, to form the congruent whole of the song. What I didn’t like was their use of clean vocals, like when they played their single, “Eternal Recurrence.” It was pitchy, and Jake exhibited poor mic control. Other than that, it was a solid set. They’re coming back to Montreal on the 24th of November with Children of Bodom, if you’re of a mind to check them out.
Allegaeon were next. Like the previous band, their set started with ambient noise. The band was already moving and dancing by the time they kicked into their set. Corey Archuleta’s bass tone was overpowering everything else. It was so loud that it felt like if I died, the vibrations alone would stimulate my system back to life. Riley McShane’s vocals were on point, and about the only thing that wasn’t muddled. The rest of the band sounded like they were coming through a speaker submerged in my toilet.
I was enthralled with Michael Stancel’s guitar working during “Iconic Images.” He’d be in the midst of ripping a guitar solo, then drop a fat slide down the strings to commence some punishing power chords. And I can’t neglect to mention the double finger-tapping solos provided by Michael and Greg Burgess; also, their sweeping technique was so crisp and tight that they’d have a place on any Canadian curling team.
And then there was one. I remember my parents getting me the cassette for Schizophrenia at Christmas when I was fourteen. My love of Sepultura started then, so I was stoked to see their full album Roots played live. The lights dimmed, we threw up the horns, and the band came on stage. The cheering was completely drowned out by the opening power riff to “Roots Bloody Roots.” The band themselves seemed to explode with the crowd. That is, all except Max. I don’t know if it’s his age catching up with him, or maybe he just smoked too much of the good Montreal weed, but he looked like he was phoning it in. His guitar work was tight, and his vocals were spot on, he just barely moved.
The same cannot be said for guitarist Marc Rizzo and bassist Johny Chow. They were firecrackers of movement, and I swear they had hydraulic heads. The audience enjoyed this, if the energetic mosh pit was any indication. Another highlight of mine was the way they manipulated the guitar sound to cover Mike Patton’s vocals in “Lookaway.” Igor laid down a nice drum solo, and then had Max join him to thump away on a tom. It wasn’t the craziest solo, but it had groove, and it had soul. It was so fly! We got to hear two covers that night, the first from Celtic Frost, and their second-last song of the night, “Ace Of Spades.” I don’t think I’ve ever seen a pit explode that much, it was rather epic.
And of course, the ultimate highlight was their final song of the night. “Roots, 2016” Max screamed into the mic before they blasted through a version of “Roots Bloody Roots” that was so quick, I think the song only lasted a minute, maybe a minute and a half, max. But then, that was it. There was no encore. That was a huge shame because I was hoping for something off Chaos A.D. Such is life. Outside of that, it was a good show and band that I can now cross off my bucket list.
Written by Aaron Deck
Photography by Angie Radczenko
*edited by Kate Erickson