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Shalabi & Koz Take Yr Ears By Storm

For the month of December, two of Montreal’s most legendary sonic trailblazers take over CKUT’s artist-in-residence program If You Got Ears. Sam Shalabi and Alex Moskos will be teaming up to host the show from 12-2pm every Wednesday, and if their respective oeuvres are any indication we’re in for a real treat. Sam is known for his ability to fuse Middle Eastern traditions with experimental techniques in his solo work as well as collaborations like The Shalabi Effect, while Moskos is the twisted mastermind behind Drainolith and former axe-wielder in the legendary noise behemoth AIDS Wolf. These two pals will be conjuring a whole range of out-sounds to treat & challenge your ears, and we highly recommend tuning in ‘cuz this pairing is truly one of a kind.

Small Scale Music Wraps Up If You Got Ears


Throughout November Small Scale Music has graciously hosted If You Got Ears, and they’ve delivered quite the experience. Small Scale Music is based right here in Montreal and focuses mostly on improvisational and experimental music. It was this kind of sound that Raphael Foisy, the host of this month’s show, brought to the table. Raphael plays bass in the bands Brick Quartet, Bord à Bord, Ninja Simone and in different improvised music settings. He combined elements from all these unique musical experiences in each of his shows, each of which which you can catch on our archives.

Tune in to Sam Shalabi and Alex Moskos in our studios this December for the next instalment of If You Got Ears (which is going to be bananas). Every Wednesday from 12-2, listen in~~

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New Shit :: Alvarius B. ticket + 7″ give away!

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Alan Bishop is scheduled for a stop in Montreal on his summer tour and CKUT‘s New Shit has the goods to give away that’ll whet your appetite for the special occasion. To be clear, Alan Bishop is Alvarius B. and Alan Bishop used to rock bass and vocals in the experimental American group Sun City Girls. To win tickets and a special 7″, tune in to New Shit today 3-5pm for details on how to catch this mega-show pro bono. Take note, It’s happening over at La Vitrola on Friday August 22 2014 alongside Montreal’s esteemed artist Sam Shalabi.

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Hey radio,

I’ve been trying to soak up these last remnants of summer here in Montreal, celebrating friends’ birthdays with picnics in the park and hosting outdoor movie screenings on my balcony. My elderly laptop had a few wipe-outs so I’ve been wasting far less time on the internet and putting more time into reading, drawing, and making music – trying to see the silver lining, y’know?

We are also gearing up for back-to-school action here at CKUT, and there are plenty of great station happenings in the works. Stay tuned over the next few weeks for updates on environmental speakers, a music dept garage sale, funding drive, et plus!

Loud charts return next week.


ckut top 30 – august 27, 2013
esmerine – dalmark – constellation CC
stefan christoff & osama shalabi – rodina – howl! arts collective CC
julianna barwick – nepenthe – dead oceans
sarah neufeld – hero brother – constellation CC
braids – flourish/perish – flemish eye CC
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Show Review: Bill Orcutt and Chris Corsano at Casa June 12/2013

The ever lovely Casa Del Popolo was packed to the brim (as per Suoni-usual) on a rather warm wednesday night earlier this month.

Losing Control Live at Casa Del Popolo

The evening of experimental sounds began with a rather new combination of some stalwarts of the Montréal improv scene: Losing Control. The pairing of Sam Shalabi (Guitar, Oud, Electronics) and Philippe Lauzier (Alto Sax, Bass Clarinet), both known for a multitude of other projects (among them: Shalabi Effect, Detention, Land of Kush, Quartetski, and more) was both obvious and entirely unexpected. Combining long form drones with sharp changes in direction and sudden dashes of both punk rock and psychedelia, Losing Control both defied and embraced their namesake. Never feeling afraid to colour outside the lines, the veteran improvisers displayed the talent and skill they have both developed over decades. Playing off each other expertly, and often veering swiftly in the opposite direction: chasing one another in musical circles through a wide variety of moods and atmospheres.

As a warm up act, the hungry and attentive crowd could not have asked for more.

The Main Event, however, took things to a whole new level of tension and intensity.

Bill Orcutt and Chris Corsano Live at Casa Del Popolo

Another new pairing of old hands, Bill Orcutt and Chris Corsano each push the other to new heights of all out chaos. Already captured in the blasted, bruised and burned out live recording The Raw and the Cooked, the two are perfect for each other.

Since the demise of Orcutt’s previous duo (and legendary noise rock band) Harry Pussy in the late 90’s and his re-emergence in 2009 on the four stringed acoustic guitar, the question of a return to electric instruments has been on the tips of tongues of abrasive audio enthusiasts everywhere. His two albums in this format – A New Way to Pay Old Debts and How the Thing Sings each serve to establish him as a master of aggravated auditory assault. Easily taking care of sounds both melodic and percussive, neither album leaves much to be desired.

However, in this world of hyper expressivity, the desire for MORE and LOUDER and FIRE is ever present.

While (unfortunately) I was not yet paying quite as much attention during the days of Harry Pussy’s reign of terror, I can certainly say that this new collaboration fires on more cylinders than I care to count.

Of course, Chris Corsano is obviously no slouch himself. Keeping things locked down in the drums department for such a diverse crew as Bjork, Jandek, Six Organs of Admittance and many others, as well as performing solo, he too is a legend in his own right. A brief look through his discography is almost as dizzying as his explosive performance.

Bill Orcutt and Chris Corsano Live at Casa del Popolo

At this point, descriptions begin to fail me. Abstract metaphor is the only way to do such abstract art any kind of justice.

As Orcutt spews acid from his fingers, synthesized somehow through steel strings and some speaker wire, Corsano rides his drums rather than plays them. As if barely holding on, the barrage of staccato stabs cut quickly through air and eardrums. This music was a wild, ravenous beast, the musicians barely holding it back as it struggled to bite each and every audience member in the throat. I could feel the spittle on my face.

Playing with fire, getting burned, peeling back the skin, and watching the pus ooze.

Ah Suoni, always bringing us the best in explosive, dangerous and frightening.

These are the kind of scars that don’t fade quickly.

Photo Credit: Katerina Pansera