Phleg Camp
What did you say? Did you say that you wanted a front-porch, knee-slapping, post-hardcore bass attack? Yeah, that's what I thought you said. I have to thank Buske for handing me a stack of CDs in '93 and consequently empowering an allegiance to Toronto's forgotten sons, Phleg Camp. My very first listen to 1993's unparalleled Ya'red Fair Scratch cleaned the clock of this here New Yawker and started a love affair with Toronto indie rock that still burns strong.
Gavin Brown, Sean Dean and Eric Chenuax took the unhinged energy of a backwoods hootenanny and fused it with scorching melodic hardcore that I am convinced has no equal. Like some bastard child of Naked Raygun, Mule and Soul Side, Phleg Camp was here and gone like a small brush fire or that last remaining firework, but those that enjoyed the band seem to have a special place for them. Imagine Neil Young and The Jesus Lizard wrestling in a muddy pigpen. Like Fuel, Admiral and Bastro, Phleg Camp occupied a unique spot that crossed the divide between the hardcore set and the indie kids. They were that good.
Sean now plays in a fine garage unit from the Great White North known as the Sadies. Gavin has played in Crash Vegas, Haden, Big Sugar, Danko Jones, Sarah Harmer and Great Big Sea and and Eric also played in Crash Vegas and currently performs solo, with Michelle McAdorey and in various improvisational combos.
I was hoping to post some really rare stuff I have on tape from split 7" with Fuel, but seems the ol' tape player is dead. I'll get to it...
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