Another Reason to Love Montréal

Wednesday, November 29, 2006 | comments (2)
Canadians have known for some time what people south of Boston are still catching on to: Sam Roberts Band is crazy good. Live, these guys are 100% passion, tight as a drum, and contagious with a sickness you don't mind catching. Jonathan and I saw them last night at Black Cat. Even though the attendance was kind of low, the band acted like they were playing for a crowd at the Verizon Center. Impressive. If you're in the need to get excited about music again, go see these guys next time their in town.

One of these days, I'm going to add an mp3 player here and post some tracks. But until then, watch some videos here. My favorite track, Dead End, isn't there, but I also really like Hard Road, which is. And I would definitely recommend the entire album, We Were Born In A Flame.

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Yup. Sam Roberts are crazy good. Nice to see they are turing heads outside of Canada. :)

If you want to check out some live concert footag of the band you can check out this page:
http://www.sugartune.com/sam_roberts_media.html

Posted by Fritters on Dec 18, 2006 at 11:29:35 PM


Posted by Fritters on Dec 18, 2006 at 11:33:12 PM
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