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AIDS Wolf

By Rod Smith

Published on November 28, 2007

Like kindred spirits and Skin Graft labelmates Arab on Radar and PRE, Aids Wolf craft punk that makes no wave seem quaint. Last year's The Lovvers captured the Montreal-based quartet's two-minute-assault mode well enough, but the band is more inclined to stretch out live. As for clothes, who knows? Maybe their well-documented penchant for undressing is what sparked their newly ended, two-year wait for a visa. Or maybe Aids Wolf's friendship with members of Wolf Eyes and Wolf Parade—coupled with the "We are a fucking cult and will cause you harm and ill will" announcement on their web page—had the Feds thinking: "Werewolves, bent on spreading splinter cell amnesia." Syncrocyclotron and Voyager offer ample support.
Thu., Nov. 29, 9 p.m., 2007



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