It's a rare occasion when an album captures me with such force on the first listen and keeps me rapt until the closing note, but this one takes the prize. In fact this is one of the best albums i have ever heard. Rob Nicholls and Galen Rigt...
Launch Pad is pleased to introduce our 2017 - 2018 "A Kingdom for a Stage" Season
A preview of our studio tour
CD Review for Still Blue
Mr. Johnson jumped into view as a nominee for Guitarist of the Year in 2006. This Victoria-based bluesman jammed onstage after the Awards Show and left behind a couple of impressive CDs. This new one is even...
w/ The Tranzmitors / Master Apes / Los Tycoons
The Biltmore Cabaret
July 11th, 2008
Mmmm! The Biltmore, with its refurbished red booths, red lights, cavernous mystery – once the most depressing waste of space in Mt. Pleasant, it is...
Who are you?
Joey Blitzkrieg: Vocals and guitar
Dr. Dylan Danger: Guitar
Lector Kurrentz: Bass
Matt Von Dander: Drums
Mikey Screwdriver is our roadie, mediator and leads a double life as the Death Rider.
Dwight Lightning does all ...
Marble Rye CD release party Friday May 8th
w/ The Matinee and Analog Bell Service
The Railway is a decent room to watch a few amazing local bands tear it up. Even with a totally irrational layout that makes it appear packed to the gil...
Yowza! Saturday night was a melting pot of birthdays, friends, and 4 of Vancouver’s finest bands all under one small jam-packed roof. Getting over the ridiculous layout of The Railway takes some time getting used to if you’re not a regu...
Aztec Releases The Best Indie Rock Album Of The Year With Stitches
Known as the heart of Vancouver's vibrant jazz scene, saxophonist and pianist Ross Taggart let a national legacy of impressive musical contributions, along with an unmatched sense of humour. On Sunday, April 15 the Victoria Jazz Orchestra and special gue
GWAR – Oderus Urungus Does Not Smoke Crack Well With Others
Oderus Urungus is not the sort of intergalactic barbarian warlord who minces his words. I spoke with the leader of GWAR recently, and between copious puffs on his crack pipe,...
I’ve heard from numerous sources that the dance floor at the Commodore is supported by a layer of tennis balls, but I’ve never had cause to believe it until TV on the Radio unknowingly put this hearsay to the test. During a visceral tak...