Death From Above 1979 Writing New Material, to Tour

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Canadian dance-punk duo Death From Above 1979 released a blog post today announcing a tour of Canada and the premier of new material. They had apparently tried going straight into the studio, but would rather work out the kinks live. UTG is happy that they’re really making a go at it, just as we were when they first reformed.

The duo reformed earlier this year for a small tour and to play Coachella.

The tour dates are:

10/28 – Hamilton, ON; Studio Theatre
10/29 – Peterborough, ON;  no venue announced
10/30 – London, ON; London Music Hall
11/01 Kitchener, ON – Wax NightClub
11/02 – Laval, PQ; Studio Theater
11/03 – Quebec City, PQ; Union Commerciale
11/04 – Ottawa, ON; Ritual
11/05 – Kingston, ON; Alehouse
11/07 – Fredericton, NB; The Market
11/08 – Moncton, NB; Oxygen
11/09 – Halfiax, NS; Olympic Hall

Read the full blog post after the break.

Almost exactly eleven years ago to the day, Jesse picked up a bass and wrote three songs. He recorded them to his 8-track recorder (far too many tracks as it turns out) then played them for me in his car and said, “We should start a band.”
I said, “Ok.”
So we wrote a couple more songs.
Nine months later Jesse said, “We should go play some shows.”
I said, “Ok.”
We got into Jesse’s car (‘93 Honda) and drove to Cleveland to play a show in a wrestling gym. After sitting around the parking lot for a couple of hours while a modest crowd of angular-groomed kids gathered, a wrestler with a bleached blond mullet-mohawk drove up in his pick-up truck and said that there would be a no show tonight.
We said, “Ok.”
So we drove through the night across the I-80, counting splattered deer carcasses all the way to New York City, absolutely out of our minds on tall can energy drinks and Ephedrine pills (which were, at the time, still legal).
After arriving Jesse admitted to me that he’d been hallucinating old men walking onto the interstate.
I said: “Ok…”
This was my first trip to NYC, and to say I was happy to be alive would be an understatement.
I may have been really living for the very first time.
We spent that day walking around Manhattan smoking cigarettes, going to record shops and loitering. That evening, still with no sleep, we drove to Long Island and played our first show on a rooftop at someone’s house whom I have no recollection of. We played our five songs as fast and as hard as we could, and within eleven minutes we were done, both of us drenched in sweat and ready to die.
I said: “That was Ok.”
Jesse agreed and we continued in this way, never stopping to think for the next few years. Our way of always moving forward took us from that living room in Long Island, to hockey arenas and around the world a handful of times.

What next? Want to do it all again?
“Ok.”
So here we go. Jesse and I have been writing new songs and the only way we feel like we can make them any good is to go out and play them for people. We’re going to throw our little muscle bound babies to the lions and see who survives. We tried just jumping into the studio, but the songs lacked spirit. They lacked life.
So this tour is song CPR.
There’s no way for us to do it anonymously anymore, so we’re inviting you to come along with us. Watch us Do It. The way we used to. The way everyone used to. We’re a band, and bands just work it out together.

See you soon.
Sebastien 1979

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