The Soiree - "Perfect Crimes"
The Soiree - "Monsters"

In Ottawa, music sounds like this. A music writer from Ottawa engaged in the futile task of describing an abstract category so familiar to him, yet entirely foreign to - perhaps ungraspable by - the vast majority of others, might be tempted to toss around words or phrases like: 'leather chairs,' 'pipe smoke,' 'bay windows at night,' 'attic.' Ottawa-born writers, I think, understand that such words bear a very particular kind of relationship to the music itself. This writer's experience of leather chairs, for instance, of bay windows at night, is mostly limited to those Ottawa nights spent staring out of the latter while sitting on the former. It's true that nights like that were often accompanied by sounds like this, but true too that those who make sounds like this must have spent some nights like that. But, no, this music isn't just familiar or of a beloved type; it's more than that, but it's that too, and sweeter for it.

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