Annie Clifford plays as part of the experimental, folky ensemble The Gertrudes who performed Tim Riley’s piece ‘In C’ for Tone Deaf festival-goers’ ears Sunday night.

“I might as well be stabbed in the back all at once … like that guy from Rome.”

Memory is a funny thing. Memory is also the source of inspiration for three Kingston artists and their new show Re-Collection.

Bob Dylan’s Tell Tale Signs is not really a proper album, nor is it another Greatest Hits ploy.

There are very few things that make me tear up; a beautiful yet honest celebration of this wonderful country is one of them.

If you’ve ever found yourself tapping your feet to a turn signal, banging on some pots and pans or dancing to the bells of a nearby wind chime, you, my unsuspecting friend, have been touched by the sound revolution.

It’s a rare occurrence when student written plays fare better than professionally written ones at the Vogt Studio Series, a student-run biannual one-act play festival sponsored by the Queen’s Drama Department.

As one of Holy Fuck’s fathers, Brian Borcherdt is no stranger to multi-layered soundscapes.

The Grad Club is unique among Kingston venues for its sense of community.

When was the last time you went to an aerobics class where rubbing your genitals while speaking words of encouragement to them was a warm-up?

The band name Vancougar is brazen, brash and ultimately leaves you with the impression that this is not a band to take seriously—which is exactly what keyboardist Megan Johnson intended.

What do fire and brimstone, the whore of Babylon, and a bunch of horsemen have in common with comedian Bill Maher’s shock-umentary Religulous?

Making the transition from a one-man, one–mic apartment demo project to a full-fledged band at home on indie label Paper Bag Records, Winter Gloves—armed with a debut album—have quickly found a perfect four-member, synth pop fit.

Devon Clifford, drummer for the B.C.-based dance-punk outfit You Say Party! We Say Die! isn’t a fan of the remix.

Tennessee-bred Kings of Leon released their fourth album, Only by the Night in September 2008 to much anticipation and anxiety over the direction of their music.

The world of maximalist artist Allyson Mitchell, with its re-appropriated kitsch and gutsy politics, has taken over the Union Gallery.

Let’s be nostalgic for a moment.