Toronto instrumental collective The Hylozoists are in stark contrast to
most Toronto collectives in that instead of everyone singing,
nobody's singing. It's equal parts refreshing and infuriating.
L'Ile De Sept Villes contains wonderful arrangements from the super-talented Paul Aucoin, yet some tracks just scream for vocals. "Bras D'Or Lakes" captured the morose feeling in my heart when Molson
stopped making Brador, and the dark piano of Christopher Sandes reminds
me of his stellar work on Andre Ethier's debut. The Hylozoists don't
have the epic swells of Explosions In The Sky or Thee Silver Mt. Zion
Memorial Orchestra & Tra-La-La Band, but are intriguingly melodic
and just campy enough to evoke '60s nostalgia without getting into
elevator muzak territory.
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Molson still brews Brador, unless it stopped in the past couple of months and I wasn't aware of it.
I started drinking Brador when I was 15 and can still recite the "story" found on its cases back then 27 years later: "Brador is the finest achievement of our brewmaster's art. Gently mellowed and slowly aged, this premium brew is simply the best we've ever made."
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