BEST PUNK BAND
BRUTAL KNIGHTS So you’ve been baffled by Flanagan’s uncomfortably entertaining stand-up routine and befuddled by his comically bent ponderings on contemporary music? Well, don’t expect his onstage antics screaming goofy punk rock songs with a sweatsoaked T-shirt wrapped around his head turban-style to be any less confounding. But it seems Flanagan has finally found his true microphone metier fronting the Brutal Knights, whose aggressive thrash attack is perfectly suited to the rapid-fire delivery of his ignoroid rants. Together they hit with a mighty wallop that’s often just as hilarious as it is heavy.
C’MON You can’t beat these three battlescarred rock purists ( Ian Blurton, Katie Lynn Campbell and Randy Curnew) who just wanna make noise, spilling a sloppy, explosive goulash of AC/DC, the Damned, Alice Cooper and MC5 all over the freakin’ place like a blender missing its lid. C’mon sound like Blurton has tapped into some dark, evil place below the subway lines. Their albums – Midnight Is The Answer, and their latest, In The Heat Of The Moment – are slabs of pure heat. But be careful when you see them live: the first five rows run the risk of getting hit by hair.
FOGGY HOGTOWN BOYS What began as an excuse to play some classic Bill Monroe tunes with friends on the weekend has evolved into one of this country’s finest traditional bluegrass bands. The Foggy Hogtown Boys’ just-released Northern White Clouds disc demonstrates that Chris Quinn, John McNaughton, Andrew Collins, Chris Coole and John Showman have matured from a gathering of exceptionally skilled pickers into a unique bluegrass group who used their Canuck folk inspiration to build on what they’ve gleaned from old-school Southern bluegrass. They’ve developed a high lonesome sound all their own, grounded in the past but looking forward – and that’s an achievement worth celebrating.
RON SEXSMITH Along with his customary melancholic affect and the “perennial underdog” tag that follows his name like a sock with a nasty case of static cling, our old Juno-winning pal Ron Sexsmith has been a constant shoo-in for best singer/songwriter honours since before the dinosaurs walked the earth. Why? He consistently pens songs that deeply resonate on both