Canadian punks unleash their manifesto on a boat
■ “Thanks for coming here to this very strange event,” announces Propagandhi’s Chris Hannah as the floor moves beneath the feet of a packed crowd. Strange, for tonight’s gig takes place on a three-hour cruise around New York. It’s an incongruous place for a punk show, but once onboard it feels totally normal. Almost as soon as the boat leaves, openers Iron Chic’s gruff melodies kick off proceedings. And while Time Keeps On Slipping Into The (Cosmic) Future is a jubilant burst of euphoric, emotional punk, even the sorrowful dirge of Ruinous Calamity feels buoyant on the waves. Things get much more hectic for Propagandhi’s headline set, though. Their ridiculously impressive riffs and sing-along choruses whip the pit into a frenzy, the intensity of which is offset only by the hilarious and awkward banter between Chris and bassist/vocalist Todd Kowalski. Whether cerebral (Dear Coach’s Corner, Back To The Motor League) or more direct (Fuck The Border), their songs inspire a hope and solidarity that lasts long after the ship has returned to land.