CD REVIEW
The Bicycles’ Oh No, It’s Love is not the kind of record that warrants a large, wordy review filled with pretentious journalistic nit-picking. The fact of the matter is simple: Oh No, It’s Love is filled to the rim with h...
It always does me proud to discover a local band making quality music that's true to the landscape of this varied terrain. Rocky, cool, stormy, eclectic, thoughtful and laid back, these words only begin to describe the Parlour Steps sound. ...
The Times Colonist attended a preview of Sin City the Improvised Serial and spoke with several cast members about the exciting Vegas 1961 setting, and the thrill of performing improvised theatre.
Victoria’s Tequila Mockingbird Orchestra recently played Upstairs Cabaret here in their hometown of Victoria with locals Compassion Gorilla and Carousels opening up. There was a strong sense of community and no shortage of dancing at the ...
The Castaways host a Benefit Concert to raise money for the Grant Road Manor fire victims. It was a great success, they raised close to $800.00.
The genre-jumping duo prepares to tour their “most country album” with a stop in Kingston June 2, 2023
Fake Shark Real Zombie at Biltmore Thursday October 16
I missed opener The Green Hour to attend the fundraiser at Pub 340 for the guys in The Hotel Lobbyists. A tragedy of that scope has not hit the Vancouver scene in many years and the ...
Interview with RMRM done in October, 2012 by D'Arcy Briggs
Ska Fest: So first off, RMRM have become known as one of the region's best ska, reggae, and party bands. What were some of the original ideas behind the group and how would yo...
“What Emerges” by Joanna Pettit.
Solo show at Gage Gallery Arts Collective
September 29 - October 18, 2020
http://www.artopenings.ca/joanna-pettit.html
GARVIES was essentially, up until a few weeks ago, the pipe-dream of a musically untrained illegal immigrant surfer poet from 17 000 km away, turned reality here on the west coast of Vancouver Island. He was playing bass in a rock band call...
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...