I've said it before and I'll say it again: Born Ruffians rock. They came to McMaster on Friday, and Team Normal Earlobe was there in full effect (plus one person who's earlobes are abnormal, and who's name would suggest that she resembles Christ, but she doesn't seem to). In case you were wondering, I was the one wearing the white shirt with "BORN RUFFIAN" written in red sharpie and neat printing (kudos Keane). I was also jumping, stomping, and clapping, and mysteriously knowing all the lyrics and shouting them at the top of my lungs. But that's what this band makes you do man, they rock.
The only complaint I have about their set is they didn't have enough time. Great guys though too, they took a picture with Keane, and joked me about my shirt, and recalled me from the last show where I drunkenly told them to play "A Night Deprived."
TPC. Let's just say the high-energy quality of their EP is hard to sustain for a full performance. Also the fact that they thus far have only released 8 songs (to the best of my knowledge) makes recognizable songs a rare commodity. About their new material, it seems to be more of the same, which will likely disappoint anyone who felt that even their short EP life something to be desired in terms of depth. Not an altogether bad performance, but disappointing when you've considered the hype. I expect the Ruffians' long-anticipated album (coming in March!) to make a much bigger splash than any upcoming full-length effort by the Tokyo Police Club.
As for music I recommend, I've really been loving M. Ward's Post-War. I first heard the guitar-based singer-songwriter on the Daniel Johnston cover album Discovered Covered, singing "Story Of An Artist." Despite his obvious passion for outsider music, M Ward really has the pop sensibilities to reveal the beauty in the obscure song. He brings this sensibility to his own compositions, along with a talent for the guitar matched only by the passion which he brings to singing.
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