By Stephan Boissonneault
The eclectic crop of 40 albums spans everything from Quebec's avant-garde to breakout debuts and past Polaris champs.
Denzel Curry Brings the Mischevious South to the North
Vancouver felt the full force of the Florida-born rapper’s Saturday night takeover.
By Cam Delisle
Photos by Arkin Pal
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Too many rap shows these days feel like playlists in motion—vibes, sure, but no velocity. Denzel Curry doesn’t do vibes. He does war cries, nerve endings, and serotonin-fuelling detonations. His Vancouver tour stop on Saturday night felt not only curated, but carved open, bled out, and screamed into the rafters.
From the jump, the crowd wasn’t watching—they were bracing. Curry took the stage like a man with nothing left to prove but everything still to destroy, ricocheting between albums with breakneck chaos: the glitched-out paranoia of TA13OO, the heatstroke nostalgia of ZUU, and the scorched-earth introspection of Melt My Eyez See Your Future. And of course, tracks from KING OF THE MISCHIEVOUS SOUTH were weaponized and flung into the pit like molotovs.
There was no illusion of polish. The mic crackled, limbs flew, and the floor shifted like tectonic plates. It was imperfect, primal, and alive, something too many polished arena shows have long since abandoned. The show ended, post-encore, with a blackout and a collective gasp, like surfacing after a near-drowning.
Curry cracked the PNE Forum wide open and walked through the smoke like a prophet with a busted amp. If this is what the future of rap looks like, it’s wearing steel-toed boots.
By Johnny Papan
From the streets of Melbourne to festival main stages, Benjamin Stanford broadcasts intention over algorithm.
By Megan Magdalena
The North Van-born indie rockers return to their roots with a sold-out hometown show and a new chapter that’s as playful and heartfelt as ever.
