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Introducing… Elephant Stone (and their video for “The Devil’s Shelter”)

photo by Bowen Stead and Daniel Barkley

photo by Bowen Stead and Daniel Barkley

If running down a never-ending track, climbing ceaseless steps and making your way through wild prairie brush seems to perfectly describe your Saturday so far, you’re bound to enjoy this new video from Elephant Stone for their single, “The Devil’s Shelter.” It features Alex Maas from The Black Angels as a guest vocalist and is directed by Elba Berganza. We’re taken through a dizzying montage of train tracks, stark landscapes and mysterious shadowy creatures. Musically, it’s just as fascinating and cryptic — a pulsating beat, a little sitar and off we go into a psychedelic journey with exotic flavors and bellowing, luminous ghosts.

Montreal’s Elephant Stone began in 2009 with sitarist and bassist Rishi Dhir, who has played with many artists including Brian Jonestown Massacre, the Black Angels, the Horrors and Beck. Their debut, The Seven Seas, was released that year and was nominated for the highly regarded Polaris Music Prize. It was followed up with The Glass Box EP in 2010, Elephant Stone in 2013 and The Three Poisons in 2014. Their latest release was ES3PRMX, which is a creative remix by their friends of the Three Poisons album.


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A Montréal Sojourn

and The Airborne Toxic Event Saves Osheaga! (for a few hours, anyway)

Montreal, as viewed from Parc Jean-Drapeau

Montreal, as viewed from Parc Jean-Drapeau

It was the smartest thing I could have done. Stuck in a nerve-wracking holding pattern for so long, getting nowhere, I needed something just outside my comfort level – the uncertainty of a long road trip in my beat-up ’93 Corolla, a looming border crossing, unfamiliar roads with speed signs in kilometers, and mostly unfamiliar language. Despite the edginess, there was this temporary freedom from the expected, the ordinary, the noose that had been tightening around my neck.

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