Friday was not quite as interesting as I'd hoped it would be.
After checking out a bit of A Taste of Little Italy on College, my associates and I decided to take a jaunt on down to the Dakota Tavern to take in some alt-country where we were met with a line that stretched around the corner and thus promptly rebuked.
What to do?
Well, we did what any self-respecting Toronto music fans would: head on over to Rancho! Unfortunately, while Rancho was much more accomidating than the Dakota in terms of having the space to put us up for a couple of hours, it was much less accomidating in that the bands the venue was touting that night were a little less than stellar.
Cut Throat Britva, who opened the evening, seemed like some fairly interesting indie-rock fare - they were quirky, they were having fun - however, now nearly twenty-four hours later, I cannot for the life of me remember anything with regards to what they actually sound like. So... yeah.
These guys were followed by Shallow Alps whose first song was pretty catchy, and then every song that they played afterward sounded just like a carbon copy of that first one. It was not very impressive at all, they were astoundingly boring and generic. We left halfway through their set and in retrospect, was definitely the right choice.
Next up - after a minor incident involving Robin Williams, a pineapple and several goats - was Sneaky Dee's where I was, after the spectacularly lacklustre time we had at Rancho, delighted to see that Mika Miko weren't terrible, but were still pretty bad. This Los Angeles based all-girl (save for the drummer who I assume that the rest of the band would have preferred was a woman) group made a lot of noise and were surprisingly not as awful as I had anticipated.
However, my associates and I still left halfway through their set to go eat nachos and talk about various surgeries. They weren't that interesting, just a lot of punk rock posturing.
Finally, after what seemed like the worst night of NXNE ever, we finally saw a decent band: Fox Jaws at the Supermarket. God damn, these cats were a very solid group.
All hail Fox Jaws for saving my fucking night!
This Barrie-based band are a mismatch of a lot of different elements from post-rock to folk and with their chrome-plated vocals and effects-heavy instrumentation pretty much tore the Supermarket down brick by brick. It was a fantastic way to end the night and I'm definitely glad we got nachos and left Sneaky Dee's.