Since 2008 Heavy Montreal has been working to bring a more European-style heavy metal festival to North America. While Canada and the United States are rife with “fests” the unique vibe of the Euro-metal festival has remained elusive.

The first incarnation then dubbed “Heavy MTL” made a good first impression with a giant headlining set from Iron Maiden, as well as one of the last Canadian performances from Type O Negative. Since then the festival has maintained a solid annual lineup of mainstream and underground metal bands both classic and current.

But this year, along with an updated name, there’s a bit of a twist. Amongst metal’s biggest (Metallica, Slayer, Anthrax, Twisted Sister) and baddest (Lamb of God, Body Count, Voivod), there’s also a way bigger dose of punk and hardcore than ever before. In the past the festival has taken advantage of passing package tours like Rockstar Mayhemfest. This time around however it’s “The Summer Nationals” Tour featuring The Offspring, Bad Religion and Pennywise. Throw in appearances from Dropkick Murphys, Madball, D.R.I, and Fucked Up and you have what could be the most unique incarnation of the festival yet.

While some of metal’s truest may balk at the idea of a punk invasion it’s actually a bit more in line with what you would expect at a Euro festival. Bands like Agnostic Front or the UK Subs are booked side by side with power and black metal bands. It’s perhaps the straight “all-metal” approach that’s prevented other festivals from lasting, including Heavy Montreal’s short-lived cousin Heavy TO.

In fact an all-metal lineup can be more divisive. A fan that enjoys Cannibal Corpse or The Dillinger Escape Plan may not be so keen to stick around for more accessible bands like Marilyn Manson or Five Finger Death Punch. On the other hand perhaps there’s more of a chance that they might have the curiosity to check out Bad Religion or Dropkick Murphys as these bands still exhume an underground spirit that’s often lost with success (OK maybe not The Offspring).

On the other hand Metallica, Slayer, Anthrax, Exodus, Municipal Waste, Overkill and Hatebreed each has a foot firmly planted somewhere in the thrash/crossover/hardcore universe, all of which is easily accessible by a punk audience. Once that fades into view it’s actually not so crazy that Bad Religion is going on right before Twisted Sister.

Metal, punk, hardcore, hard rock and everything in-between collide August 9th and 10th at Parc Jean Drapeau in Montreal. Check out the entire lineup at   

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I've released a brand new video interview for A Journal of Musical Things with extreme metal superstar Nergal of Poland's Behemoth. We had a chance to speak before their recent headlining set in Toronto about Nergal's increased mainstream attention in his home country, his return to music after battling leukemia, and how his band is now one of the most recognizable extreme acts in the world. Watch it now in the Interviews section.

My latest video for A Journal of Musical Things is an emotional interview with the enigmatic and charismatic party-pusher Andrew W.K. after a crazy solo performance at Toronto's Hard Luck Bar. You can check it out in the Interviews section.

Photos by Charnelle Stöhrer

March 27, 2014 - The Phoenix Concert Theatre - Toronto

In the late 70s Gary Numan became a cult icon, effectively eschewing paranoia-driven robo-rock featuring tales of automatons that illuminated the limitations of our mortality. The mainstream music world came to know him for the hit singles “Cars” and “Are Friends Electric?” both of which would influence and be sampled by the electronic and hip-hop world for years to come. As the 80s progressed Numan’s music became more jazz and funk influenced. Sales began to decline, and by 1992 he had reached an admitted low-point in his career.

In 2000, bolstered by the recognition of folks like Trent Reznor, Marilyn Manson, and Dave Grohl, Numan made a strong return with the album “Pure”, a modern reinvention of his trademark sound filtered through the musicians he inspired. At the time however the live set was a bit odd. “Pure” still stands as Numan’s loudest and most abrasive album, and next to his early material it seemed like night and day. Like two different bands sharing the same body. Numan perhaps would agree, as he is much more disposed to playing newer material, but recognizes the mark he has made and continues to play his staples.

Now four albums deep into what can only be described as a miraculous comeback, Numan now has enough newer material to balance out the demand for his 80s hits. His latest album “Splinter: Songs From A Broken Mind”, is perhaps the best of his newer recordings. Although it is steeped in the modern, it is the closest he’s ever come sonically to his early work. Specifically the album ebbs and flows like 1980’s “Telekon”, at times intense and full of self-loathing, then light-hearted and contemplative, but now with a distorted industrial tone.

The setlist is largely dominated by the new album, peppered by equal doses of recent singles and treasured classics. New tracks like the sullen “The Calling” serve as effective bridges to the nostalgic, as it did in this case with “Down In The Park”. But in some ways the set is limited. While tracks like “I Die:You Die”, “Metal”, and “Films” still shine brightly, the afore-mentioned “Cars” and “Are Friends Electric?”, seem to be brought out mostly for recognition (although the current live alternate version of “Friends” is pretty good).

One wonders what the effect would be on some of the more severely inebriated members of the audience if the lights came up and those two tracks hadn’t been played (and yes, drunkenness that leads to confrontation is for some reason a normal occurrence at a Toronto Numan gig). With such a rich back-catalogue perhaps it’s time to retire those tracks from the North American setlist for a while in favour of some album cuts.

The set did not lack visually as the blistering lights that backlit the band echoed Numan-disciple Trent Reznor, and worked best during more modern material like “Pure” and show-closer “My Last Day”, which saw the band jam out in a flurry of noise. Despite tweeting that he had fallen face-first onto a patch of ice the night before, Numan seemed energetic and passionate, not to mention a bit more muscled and rosy-cheeked than his youth spent in pancake makeup. Although he hasn’t received the recognition or sales of his android “rival” David Bowie, Gary Numan has tapped into modern musical sensibilities in a way that his contemporaries have not managed to achieve, and it’s reflected when he arrives on stage.

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