This cutting edge Toronto based foursome takes you on a journey through forty plus years of musical inspiration. A renovation of the past, with a clean, consistent, electrically charged fusion of fuzzy funk and punk from the past (think Wolf Parade) as well as subtle, absorbing, energized electro pop sounds. It's inviting and accessible enough to seduce your ears, and soon you'll succomb to a rhythmic groove, and it instantly alters your state of mind.

Anesthetizing all of the unavoidable stresses and negative debris that haunt and clutter the conscious and subconscious regions of the human mind. Like the way of dreams, Metric seques and jumpcuts like a surrealistic rollercoaster. One moment stranding one on a bleak and hopeless shoreline, only to wash you out to sea in an effervescent tsunami of electronic pop/ experimental punk and other inspired and nameless pleasures - so bubbly full that you'll swear that you can taste the Bazooka Joe that you chewed on when you were a kid.

Metric lays out a buffet for the ears and mind. And if your palette's craving something other than the ordinary - gorge yourself on this delectably prepared spread for the mind and soul. Metric Is nothing if not a breath of fresh air amidst the industrialized, smog filled metropolis of music that sounds all too similar, all too canned. Even as I sit here writing. I'm looking at a pile of crap and it doesn't even phase me. I am completely content and entranced in the opiate effect of this synthesized ode to punk rock.

Emily Haynes vocal talents (a fuzzy sweet rasp) will draw you in. Just when you surrender to her easy lull, she'll sucker punch you with her raw fury. Jimmy Shaw on the guitar provides the sumptuous backdrops and Josh Winstead on bass provides fascinating counterpoint to Shaw's weaving and freeflowing guitar and Joules Scott Key Drums keep the band on a steady well executed meter.

At some points the ultimate "poppiness" can become a bit much for my taste, but only for brief periods of time. Pink Floyd is the most obvious touchstone for Metric, but the Floydian slips are clearly meant as a tip of the hat and are much more angular like Sonic Youth. and the cumulative affect is indeed greater than the sum of it's parts - amounting to a remarkably pop-driven, great pulsing sturm and drang - happy, holy peeling of hells bells.

In conclusion, I find myself driving around aimlessly so I can listen to this novel gem on the best stereo I have. And I am uplifted by these skewed but brilliant punk/pop ditties. As I drive I close my eyes and ponder the Metric system, it really does make sense - I recommend you experiment with it.