Deliluh was loud. Here, Deliluh is soft. It isn't so much a style change, as a feeling of exhaustion. Barriers of noise stripped and shed until all that's left is Kyle Knapp's lazy drawl and an acoustic guitar. When other instruments arrive, they don't propel the song forward, but rather like apparitions, swirl and hover round Kyle's gentle musings. The lyrics read like diary entries half-remembered, scrawled late-night notes re-interpreted in the mist of morning light. Nothing is hurried, everything is natural. The lyrics and music roll out as one in a gorgeous sigh of relief and renewal. Self-recorded at Knapp's home with the help of Ami Spears (Surinam, Ostrich Tuning), James Burling (Boxes & Bags, Teen Tits Wild Wives) and Peter Richard, this is personal and honest music that speaks louder in its sincerity then the walls of noise it emerged from.

Photo by Ami Spears


Surinam and Raw Materials present "Would We Still Be Laughing"
Bio by Jordan Richie:

Toronto post-punks Surinam and new DIY imprint Raw Materials are pleased to announce the release of "Would We Still Be Laughing”, the band’s second full-length album.

Recorded reel to reel by Kyle Knapp in Toronto in November 2015, “Would We Still Be Laughing” is the follow up to a self-titled Surinam cassette that arrived in May 2015.  It’s a digital only release – a decision prompted no doubt by the long delays at vinyl pressing plants and the fact that the band is writing music at an alarming pace.  (Rumour has it there’s another full record in the can.)

The members of Surinam cut their teeth playing in some of Ontario’s finest punk bands and this record further cements their reputation as OG downstroke torchbearers.  Guitarist William Mason propels many of the songs here with a tone that could fill an aircraft hangar and an approach that alternates between tough, dissonant riffage and unearthly noise guitar freakouts.  He’s supported by the ultra-tight rhythm section of Corey Wells (bass) and Adam McGillivray (drums), who anchor these eight tracks like a true rhythm section should – all steak, fuck the sizzle.

Matt Mason’s vocal delivery is powerful yet unhinged, like it’s a direct by-product of a lifetime (or two) worth of shows in basements and dive bars where the perpetual haze of cigarette smoke has somehow made his voice stronger.  He probably nailed all these tracks on the first take.

Live, the band has really been on fire lately, with the noisy synth of Ami Spears augmenting the sound and Matt Mason pacing the floor like a ringleader rallying his co-conspirators.  So don some flame retardant clothing and catch these guys next time they roll through your town.  Failure to do so is grounds for dismissal.