I wanted to arrive “early” to this show, as I found out the band would be generously handing out free merch for those coming early, such as sunglasses, and guitar picks. As my photographer, Johnny and I walked into the venue, we inhaled a horrible ‘sweaty balls vs. throw up vs. bad body odour’ smell. Why oh why, Barfly did you smell so? I decided to grab a six dollar Indian Pale Ale blonde beer as soon as possible thinking maybe intoxication woulddistract me from it.
Barfly is small, in the Montreal plateau area, and is known for its grungy punk rock atmosphere. The beers are somewhat cheap, and the deco consists of rock posters on red walls/lighting, a small stage in the back corner, some tables on the left of the venue, with the bar on the right.
As I was sipping on my beer, discussing bad smells and Workaholics episodes with guitarist, Davey Rockey, more people were walking in and I was beginning to think this was going to be a good night. I was excited to see these guys play again for the second time. The show was to celebrate their ONE YEAR ANNIVERSARY with an eleven-song set. Curt (vocals) was walking around the venue excitedly and I asked him when I will be getting my free merch. “We will be handing it all out during the set! But in the meantime, here are some guitar picks!” he said. I put them in my purse with a huge smile on my face.
By the time midnight rolled around, Walk of Shame finally went on. Standing in their positions andready to rock, they began with “Never Should’ve Gone”. Guitar solos blending in with gushing bass sounds and heavy drumming that filled the room to the point where I completely forgot about where I was for a second. Unfortunately, Barfly’s sound isn’t the greatest but it brings a warped punk rock sound and feel . There was lots of distortion in Davey’s guitar riffs and it paralleled the overall angst I was feeling inside of myself.
A personal favourite,“End Begin” started and the guys seemed really excited to play this one – it being the band’s theme song about getting drunk and not getting home ‘til five days later. It starts off with a fun poppy beat with some mini guitar solos – then Curt’s vocals kick in “…sunglasses ready for the walk of shame…”. This was the moment Curt brought out the bag of ‘Walk of Shame’ sunglasses and handed it out to the crowd. I was sitting at a table in the middle/left of the room watching obsessively so my beers don’t spill on my notebook from leaning on the table – and aimed to grab a pair. The lady sitting next to me kindly handed me the bag and I got a pair! We then took a picture together. The crowd wearing their ‘Walk of Shame’ sunglasses made me think I was in an 80s punk rock movie – it was awesome.
As the boys introduce “Little Miss Take”, Curt screams a thank you to the crowd and is excited to announce their one year anniversary. Friends in the crowd scream and joke, “Yeah you don’t suck as much!” and people laughed – but the band indeed is far from sucking.
The band closed with thefaster “That’s the one” and I found myself singing along with the catchy tune. In fact, there were people sitting all around me singing along “That’s the one…that’s the oooonnneee!!” Mid-song, there goes Curt with his awesome guitar solos and Sylvia’s smashing symbols and snares. I love the energy these guys bring to the stage – Seb sways around screaming back-ups into the mic, along with Davey’s face of fiery rage.
Curt Stitch is from N.Y.C. and has been playing in bands since his teens. He has been in bands such as US Bombs, The Radicts, and The Lower East Side Stitches, who have four studio CDs. Davey (Rawk-it) Rockey, aNova Scotia native, also currently plays guitar for Montreal’s Von Rebels and has been playing guitar for over fifteen years. Some of his past projects have been Victoria, B.C.’s Haddonfield and Nova Scotia’s Shallow. Sylvia has been playing drums since childhood and used to play in Akuma. Seb (bassist) used to play in Twenty2. The members of this band clearly have a lot of experience and define what it truly is to be a punk rocker.
Written by Liz Imperiale
Photography by John Fraser Landry