Snitches

THE STORY

THE TALE OF THE UGLY SNITCH (or the Up and Down Runaround of a Band with Over-sized Shoes)

Once upon a time, in a magical island city called Montreal, there lived a care-free clan of freakish boys and girls who the locals knew as The Snitches. They played a wide range of musical instruments and enjoyed throwing parties in their cavernous loft, where sometimes funny hats got worn, a drunken pig named Mitsou would sometimes be caught scoffing beers, and always was their dancing under the red letter C to the wee hours of the morn. It was not all fun and games, however; for this was also a time where such gloomy, ominous sounds with names like emo, grunge and hip-hop dominated the public ear. The Snitches could never quite wipe the grin from their faces and fit into such tight-fitting shoes; they relished stomping round in their clumsy boots to a hybrid blend of upbeat punk and pop.

They grew to become that band the industry scenesters loved to deride and dismiss — who were these gender and genre-fucking performance art-fag clowns?

The name “Snitch” did seem to suit them well; for though they would never consider ratting on a friend, they had certainly done their fair share of pilfering popular styles which they slyly reclaimed as their own, while their inane stage tomfoolery could be construed as a poke and a tweak to the upturned nose of the oh-so-pained status quo!

So with frenzied perseverance, The Snitches continued throwing their underground parties til eventually the common folk began showing up en masse to discover that they too enjoyed gyrating in goofy over-sized shoes. The audiences began to yearn to bring back some of the craziness to the privacy of their humble abodes; so The Snitches retreated into the studio to return with two albums which drew much astonished acclaim. Venues started selling out above-ground and the geeks came to inherit the earth! (or at least that magical island city of Montreal)

But as unexpectedly as all this came, the talk all around turned too serious for their own good; and with the studied aid of a visionary manager, they proceeded to spend all of their money, lose all the wonderful girls, and almost gave up the ghost themselves.

Years of struggle went by; but through sheer stubbornness or stupidity, The Snitches recruited new members, sharpened their sound and scraped up enough filthy lucre to return with their most energetic punk album yet. And for once time was smiling on The Snitches, for the times had changed once more– the jangly hook-filled pop The Snitches steadfastedly adored was once again all the rage!

As with all good things, like the smell of grade A beef cooking on the grill, one of the majors came slavering, and The Snitches succumbed to the flirtation. At first, the relationship was going very well–the album was charting and the videos were receiving regular rotation. But soon enough the evil talk rose once more of narrowed focus and market niches — The Snitches were being cajoled again into trying on those tight-fitting shoes. The Snitches were never adept at following the lead so the major decided to abandon their dance to seek out more compliant partners. Broke again and seemingly forsaken, The Snitches dug in their calloused heels even more stubbornly or stupidly than before. So without any more lament or ado, The Snitches now proudly introduce to you their fourth album which they have named Black Book. They find this title to be appropriate because it is their most personal and independent work yet — a who’s who of sounds and influences which they have experienced and experimented with over the years. This is The Snitches’ testimonial album to all the common folk who’s ever joined them in their journey in those not so perfect shoes!! And for the first-time listener who likes their pop fast-paced and far-reaching, The Snitches encourage you to open the Black Book… inside you might find, they’ve got your number!!

HIGHLIGHT REVIEW

“The band was decked out in multi-coloured shirts and not-so-skinny ties. They were emanating post-punk geek chic in appearance and sound. The Snitches’ sound overflows with angular riffs, neurotic vocals and explosive hooks galore. The band played with vim and vigour and had a really confident swagger working onstage. Bloody mouths and an early set couldn’t stop these tenacious Montrealers from rocking the crowd with some of the coolest riffs since the days of The Pagans and The Fleshtones.

Rocked us so hard we peed our pants.”

- Darrin Keene, CHARTattack