We were surprised that the liquor store was even open, the day being a Sunday and the time 10pm. But when we went inside and found out that there were no black cans left, we were devastated. “How else are we gonna get so roonied that we’ll have to be scraped off the floor tonight?” we asked ourselves. And then, as if God was answering our prayers and restocking the shelf himself, a hand appeared from nowhere and placed 4 tall black cans in a row above the word “FAXE”. They were even cold. We looked at each other and knew it would be a good night.
Champion and his G-strings are the most French Canadian looking people I have ever seen. Long hair, scruffy, uncouth. Champion, or Maxine Morin, is the conductor, not only a maestro but a train conductor of a cavalcade of musical explosiveness that leaves you numb. While jumping around adjusting the drums and bass he fires a selected “G-string” a no look gun (no joke he was firing NLG’s all night) and detonates a blistering, threatening eruption of guitar shredding. Champion knows how to work the crowd and uses this knowledge to induce head-splitting convulsions by stopping and starting the tunes on a dime. True maestro style. Vocals were provided by another scruffy frenchie, Pilou Cote, who almost stole the show with glorious strains that reminds of Beast. Me and Tab Asco finished our night by doubling home on my bike, and had so many near deaths that I’m surprised we’re not being scraped off the road right now. What a success!
Here is a track from Champion's latest album, Resistance, and his first, Chill 'em all
Champion - Alive Again
Champion - No Heaven
Beast - Fingerprints
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