The ground is dry and there is no rain in sight. The city's heat is like a blanket and there's nowhere to go except the malls and the bars. Fuck the malls. For that matter, fuck the bars.
Toronto via Oshawa's Suck My Disc Collective disbanded. AD 2003, the city seemed a little less like home. Cheap pints and shitty jobs painted their dust colours over a dry and lonesome summer. Then the Lights went Out, and on a crowded bar patio by candlelight with the humid haunted black skyline against a still blacker sky we sang, we sang, then we all took off our clothes and we swam, we swam...
Do you sing? What is your favorite song? Does it pull sad and sweet on the strings of your soul? Do you feel the vast aching chasm between each of us? We are not alone, we sing our bridges, we sing light into the dark, our distances seem less dire when we sing together, so don't despair, sing with us and know that we are not alone...
Proof of Ghosts is going to take you home down country roads. Proof of Ghosts is pure pop perfection. Proof of Ghosts is going to tear your crying heart from your throat. Proof of Ghosts is going to sing you to sleep and Proof of Ghosts is going to chase the Devil back through the forest and out to sea.
Some very kind words from CBC Radio 3's Craig Norris
Our self titled CD "Proof of Ghosts" is available on WeeWerk records (weewerk 017)
This is a link to a great blog about the Toronto music scene by a girl from Austin, TX named Emily
to contact the band, please email us at [email protected]