The Summerlad
If there’s one thing I’ll always regret about not being a rock musician, is that I will never have the chance to jump up on stage, set myself behind the microphone hooked onto its stand, and address the local concert goers with an emphatic “Hello, Schnecksville!”
I say this because there is no real reason why, at this stage in my personal and professional life, I should ever get to go to Schnecksville. That, if I were to dumb down the complex series of emotions which hurtle through me as I think of it, makes me sad. And why would I want to go to Schnecksville in the first place? Um, because it’s the greatest name for a city ever, that’s why, DUH. Come on, say it out loud once: “Schnecksville.” It just rolls off the tongue.
However, if things keep going their way, The Summerlad may actually have a chance to go to Schnecksville, and many other cities across our fair continent. Because as far as this bunch of Albertans are concerned, they are poised to make one hell of a splash in the upcoming months, which, as the nauseating cliché goes, will take them places. Places they’ve never dreamed of. Like Schnecksville.
Already, City of Noise is a hard edged, melodic, stunningly orchestrated song, led by relentless guitar riffs which give the song its threatening, looming city atmosphere. It’s all done maintaining a new wave undercurrent which give them a delicious post-punk taste. Place your money that a lot of people will be expecting their next full release with beaucoup anticipation.
Of course, I have no real way of knowing if The Summerlad will ever actually go to Schnecksville, but the odds of them dropping in there are much higher than mine. *sigh*













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