2007-11-19 at 6:40 p.m.
So...for the first time in history (or second, depending on your opinion of Sir John A.), something worthwhile has come out of Kingston.
I went out to see Woodhands play Sneaky Dee's two days ago, and they did not disappoint. They played their house brand chunky-hooky-indie-dance-tronica with typical aplomb. But it was one of the opening bands, Magic Jordan (who looked much too young to have been drinking their on-stage beers), that really made the night for me.
The Magic played a half-hour set that consisted of maybe four songs, including a hard-edged Gary Numan cover and a lengthy and twisting spacey electro number that crawled in from somewhere deep in electro-dance territory to savage the audience. It was brilliant. By about ten minutes into their set the first twenty feet in front of the stage were packed with writhing hipsters, jerking spasmodically to the vicious synth riffs like a group of syphilitic monkeys. And it only got better from there. Once the crowd were in thir hands, MJ rocked them savagely, even being called back for an encore--pretty much unheard of for an opening act.
But enough superlatives.
The bassist/vocalist was an enormously fat, somewhat awkward, guy with a 'funky'/loserish haircut, who looked like he belonged on the cover of BNL's Gordon. The keyboardist/vocalist (her vocals consisted entirely in dog-like barking) by contrast was a pole-thin tomboy, all 80's-androynous with a small faux-hawk, and ballplayer grease under her eyes. And the drummer, the only guy who looked comfortable on stage, had a buzzed head, wore black knitted gloves, and basically looked like he should be working the kits for some rap-metal outfit.
SO: Magic Jordan looked comical, sounded great, and their set came pre-packaged with a performance by Woodhands for the same price (free, in my case, since I was on the "list"). What more could I ask for?
I had to wonder, though, exactly who their audience back in Kingston was. Not townies, certainly--I found the idea of the Chez Foo Foo/Royal Tavern crowd ditching their ancient, warbling Hip cassettes for a band of ultra-electro indie new wave revivalists amusing. And Queen's students are mostly too fratty to go for something like this. And RMC students?? Well, let's not pursue this line any further.
Doing a little research on the internet revealed little about the band. They have no myspace page, and searching for "Magic Jordan" on youtube only turned up clips from classic Bulls-Lakers games. Maybe they'd concluded that they had no natural constituency? If so, that's too bad. Because they are so fucking excellent. If any band needs to learn about flogging themselves into the consciousness of a fickle public, it's these guys. Let's hope they learn the art, because I want to hear a lot more from them.