The music of Toronto's Sadies is the pure resurrection of spirits from a 1950s rock n' roll cemetery. This is not the clunky, Frankenstein's monster of a weekend-warrior cover band. This is a time machine, a communion with the dead, a seance so real that you can shake hands with the deceased as their spirits float through your body. Not that this is morbid music in any way: it's just
heavy. That's because The Sadies are now more than just a "band". So schooled are they in their style of music, that they are at that moment where the ardent students have become the teachers. School's in suckas.
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