Blowin' It

The Rubdown's newest single "Idiot Heart".

If Sunset Rubdown's main mouth Spencer Krug's head was something you could crack open, a carnival of sights, sounds and ideas would spill out onto your shoes. Brilliant flashing-light melodies, a freak-show parade of instruments, and Krug's trumpeting, nouveau yodel have lead their sweeping cavalcade of songs over the span of this Montreal-born band's short yet impressive discography since Krug went rogue from Wolf Parade. But nowhere has Krug's grand ferocity shone as brightly as on Sunset Rubdown's third LP, Dragonslayer (Jagjaguwar). Their lo-fi past has finally been left in the dust for an ambitiously experimental oeuvre: indie opuses painted with complex, chutes-and-ladders arrangements; banshee-guitar trills; and tales of taut heartstrings and Icarus dreams swirl together in a fireworks-display of madcap musicianship.

Their show at Rickshaw Stop is sold out and I couldn't get my sweaty fingers on a ticket because I was too busy being lazy and eating sandwiches and punching holes in the walls about having to start summer school. OH WELL.