When I speak to Swim Team, the band is just back from a recording session in Oyama, a small town in the Okanagan. For the past three days they’ve been writing and recording the follow up to 2015’s Freedom/Constraint; a dark, energetic album that introduced them to Vancouver’s music scene. “I woke up at two PM today,” guitarist Nick Short tells me, sitting in a quiet garden. “My sleep schedule has completely shifted since we started.” (continue).
The first time I listened to Freak Heat Waves, I was on a mostly empty transit bus. Desperately trying to shake my reputation as a lover of docile songwriters who use forest metaphors, I was listening closely for something I could understand in a record labeled as a “strange and sexy look into an alien nightclub.” Post-punk had not been my forte in the past, but I had a stubborn determination to understand it. About halfway through the album, an interesting thing happened: a female vocal jumped in, saying something that sounded vaguely like “Cambie Street.” It took me a second to realize that it wasn’t the song, but the automated voice of the bus. For a brief moment Freak Heat Waves and the BC Transit robot were performing a duet. (continue).