You think the mean streets of Kerrisdale are bad-ass?
Let no one suggest the men of Merchandise weren’t trying, even after it became obvious that the battle was being lost.
You could feel the temperature rising with each passing song, and that was just among the ladies.
The fabulously pompadoured artist hit the Commodore stage ready to sweat.
Speakeasy delivers a potent punch.
Not that she wants or needs your pity, but it can’t be easy being Katy Perry.
Passenger's lyrics can be a tad on-the-nose, but the beardy hobbit-man is so darn likeable.
It's hard to think of an artist whose music seems more calculated to get bloggers of all stripes in a lather
Whatever the fuck he was doing up there, it was thrilling.