Solids

Solids

Territory

North America

Upcoming Shows

11/28/2024Zaricot, Saint-Hyacinthe, PQ
11/29/2024Pantoum, Québec, PQ
11/30/2024Foufounes Électriques, Montréal, PQ

Solids

Hackneyed as it may be to mention, the Montreal duo Solids did an excellent job choosing a name. While listening to Blame Confusion (Fat Possum / Dine Alone Records), it’s hard to imagine that an album this densely packed with sound is the handiwork of just two people, but guitarist Xavier Germain-Poitras and drummer Louis Guillemette fill every possible nook and cranny on their debut album with heavy yet melodic music. Like plenty of other indie rock bands in the 2010s, Solids take inspiration from alt-rock’s early-’90s heyday, and it’s easy to hear bits of Sonic Youth, Superchunk, and Dinosaur Jr. in their revved-up songs. At times they also resemble a lo-fi …And You Will Know Us by the Trail of Dead, especially on “Off White,” which shifts from raging to reflective in its epic sweep. However, Germain-Poitras and Guillemette’s time in hardcore bands is just as important to Solids’ approach; the duo sounds much more passionate than the like-minded bands that borrow too much from the slacker ethos of the ’90s. They wear this anthemic spirit well: even on the poppiest songs, like the title track and “Haze Away,” Blame Confusion vibrates with barely contained energy. On furious tracks such as “Traces” and “Cold Hands,” the tension between Guillemette and Germain-Poitras’ big sound and Adrian Popovich’s stripped-down production generates sparks. The duo also pulls off an honest-to-goodness ballad with the brawny yet melancholy closing track “Terminal,” which, in its own way, shows how far Solids have come from 2010’s debut EP Generic Dogs as much as the louder songs here. It’s too easy to call Blame Confusion a solid first album; nevertheless, it’s still a consistently entertaining and impressive debut.

Whether playing on stages of majors events such as SXSW, Osheaga, Pop Montreal, The Great Escape and Sled Island or in some packed and humid decrepit basements, Xavier and Louis sweat blood because they don’t know any other way of making music. Solids is somehow a gift for all those who never feel as alive as when they’re submerged in decibels!