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FEBRUARY 22nd- THE DRAKE HOTEL (Elvis Monday)

(1150 Queen St. W. Toronto)

Free food by the Starving Artist Buffet.  

Show starts @ 10:00pm.

The Stormalongs @ Midnight

CLINTON’S TAVERN- TEMPEST THURSDAY 

A Monthly Residency, on the first Thursday of every month at Clinton’s Tavern (693 Bloor St. W, Toronto), featuring The Stormalongs with diverse performers. 

‘FELL LIKE BRICKS’- THE STORMALONGS’ DEBUT ALBUM

In honour of our first TEMPEST show @ Clinton’s Tavern, we are offering our entire album “Fell Like Bricks” for free download, for a limited time. Click on the album cover below:

'Fell Like Bricks' Album Cover

NEW MUSIC

We are currently rehearsing new material for our next album which will be recorded this coming Spring, once again at The Gas Station with Captain Morningstar at the helm. We have about 6 ‘new-new’ songs, and a few unreleased oldies that will be thrown into the mix, like a thick and nourishing rock and roll stew. The new material is still distorto-blast mood rock music of a very sonic nature, but more urgent and concerned with themes of alienation and moral ambiguity. Big guitars and singalong choruses abound. Rather than being overwhelmed by despair, we fight through it.

Here is some info about some of the new songs:

‘Beggars’- an upbeat slab of surrealism, like those laughing sugar rushes that children get.
‘Effortless’- an epic, heavily atmospheric track in C minor, with two guitar solos. This song is a ghost that wakes you up at night. Written over ten years ago.
‘Static’- a classic rock groove about modern alienation. Despair with a good hook.
‘Cadence’- narcoleptic love song. Fuzzy and hazy.
‘Dyssomnia’- stadium-sized wallop of amplified disillusion. Anthem for the anti-anthemic.
‘Tristan’- In 2006 in Kingston, ON, a young guy named Tristan Webb was struck by a passenger train while he was walking along the train tracks. He was listening to music on headphones, presumably at high volume, and was killed instantly. What he was listening to is unknown, but it is certainly grounds for a certain kind of haunting curiosity.