Les Breastfeeders @ El Mocambo
By: Orlando da Silva
I'm the type of weirdo who takes notes when I'm reviewing a show. I don't really stand there writing the whole time but I try to remember important things, especially because I'm probably drinking at said show. These are my notes from Les Breastfeeders' set at the El Mocambo:
The Breastfeeders:
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franglais
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they're all wearing ascots
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surfy/garage/soul/punk
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freaky looking dude with a broken leg and a tambourine
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one song sounds like “I'm Not Your Stepping Stone” (do they cover Minor Threat in French???)
The notes end there, because I made it a point to dance my ass off at this show. Les Breastfeeders live are kinda like if The Shrines and Fucked Up had a freaky punk-rock mutant baby and abandoned it on Sainte-Catherine Street to fend for itself. With three guitarists, a “freaky looking dude with a broken leg and a tambourine” who laid down on the stage amidst all the chaos to rest his broken limb for about three songs, and nearly unintelligible but very enthusiastic stage banter (which at one point led to spontaneous soccer chants from the smallish but eager and energetic crowd), Les Breastfeeders make dance music for those of us who don't like dance music. I should also state that unlike, say, fellow Montreal garage rocker Mark Sultan's most recent show in Toronto, there were no Vice-reading teenagers trying to start a mosh pit.
The crowd loved them so much that they would not allow them to leave without an encore, and then another, before the latter of which singer Sunny Duval had to tell the crowd, “really, this must be our last one, there are more bands playing”. I went into this show simply because their name was so weird they had to be either spectacular or spectacularly horrible. I am ignorant no more, and will never miss a chance to see Les Breastfeeders live now that I have been enlightened.
Video: “Tuer l'idole“ by Les Breastfeeders
