Steven Foster (Drums, Vocals)
Jesse Lee Wadon (Keyboards, Synth Bass, Vocals)
Alex Something (Guitars, Bad Vocals)
Sounds Like
"A heat-seeking explosion of surf-garage-power pop, wildly energetic, fearless, and as always--fun. Electric hot-jams turning the front of the stage into a dance-a-thon. The Miles equals a noisy, sweaty, celebration."
"pyrotechnic dance-punk that set the place on fire, scorching rockabilly thunder, a musical high-speed car chase blazing a trail of smoke and blinding fumes. Sizzling and dazzling. Place your money on The Miles. These cool-cats are on onto bigger and better things."
-Lonely Vagabond
"Sometimes you just can feel something about a band, and that something is really hard to explain in a tangible way. But you know -- or at least, you think you know -- that if this band can keep going down the path it’s on, it is destined for bigger and better things. For me, the Miles are one of these bands."
-Dan Wolovick, Twomaymonolouges
"They don't come much tighter or more appealingly frantic than this trio of 17-year-old Toronto lads, who could very well dethrone Tokyo Police Club as the city's hottest high-school-spawned ingenues." "An impossibly disciplined guitar/drums/keyboards attack squad. Cute as hell, too. Lock up your daughters."
-Ben Rayner, Toronto Star
The Miles are an energetic power trio from Toronto. Drawing from the classic sounds of surf rock, new wave and rockabilly, but charged with the hard attitude of 70's punk and the cutting edge of electro, The Miles are a force to be reckoned with. But they also love you unconditionally. And they have glasses.
Where The Miles go, the party ensues.
TORONTO STAR review of BLOOD ON MY BLAZER by BEN RAYNER
I was kinda worried an album wouldn't do justice to this barely-of-voting-age Toronto trio's frantic live show – these kids are seriously athletic players – but the put-upon lyrical wit displayed throughout Blood On My Blazer is easily up to speed with the Miles' nimble musicianship. Self-deprecating songs about girl troubles are attacked at a velocity that suggests the Buzzcocks and the early Pixies fed together into some sort of accelerative sci-fi device, yet the best of the Mod-ish hooks (see the "Michael, it's Arthur / Can I speak to Shawna?" chorus to "Can I Speak to Shawna?") are substantive enough to stick around once it's all done and you've had a moment to wipe your brow.
..NOW MAGAZINE REVIEW OF BLOOD ON MY BLAZER
NOW RATING: NNNN
Toronto trio the Miles might barely be out of high school – the same arts high school that educated members of Broken Social Scene, Metric, Tangiers, Uncut and others – but they’ve been a bright spot in the city’s live scene for over two years. Their promising debut full-length is dark, catchy, energetic indie rock that sounds as if a murder-mystery dinner theatre exploded into a post-punk dance party.
Not every track is single-worthy, but there are more than a few winners. Trash has a killer synth hook and superbly spiky guitars, while the dour-but-upbeat She Knew features vocalist Jesse Lee Wadon’s most memorable performance. And I’ll bet it’s the bouncy refrain from Murder that’ll get stuck in your head.
Top track: Murder
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That was a great set at The Boat. A quick and manic pace of 50’s hot-rod in full throttle, wind in your hair, hairpin turns leaving you close to the edge of your seat. Stylish purveyors of surf-punk hooks, frenzied dance-intensity, packed with the retro-spirit of a needle dropping-down on vinyl in a vintage jukebox. Thrashing-up a fury onstage and high-voltage electricity on the dancefloor, this is a trio that already ensures a place as local favorites.
The Miles are an energetic power trio from Toronto. Drawing from the classic sounds of surf rock, new wave and rockabilly, but charged with the hard attitude of 70's punk and the cutting edge of electro, The Miles are a force to be reckoned with. But they also love you unconditionally. And they have glasses.
Where The Miles go, the party ensues.
TORONTO STAR review of BLOOD ON MY BLAZER by BEN RAYNER
I was kinda worried an album wouldn't do justice to this barely-of-voting-age Toronto trio's frantic live show – these kids are seriously athletic players – but the put-upon lyrical wit displayed throughout Blood On My Blazer is easily up to speed with the Miles' nimble musicianship. Self-deprecating songs about girl troubles are attacked at a velocity that suggests the Buzzcocks and the early Pixies fed together into some sort of accelerative sci-fi device, yet the best of the Mod-ish hooks (see the "Michael, it's Arthur / Can I speak to Shawna?" chorus to "Can I Speak to Shawna?") are substantive enough to stick around once it's all done and you've had a moment to wipe your brow.
..NOW MAGAZINE REVIEW OF BLOOD ON MY BLAZER
NOW RATING: NNNN
Toronto trio the Miles might barely be out of high school – the same arts high school that educated members of Broken Social Scene, Metric, Tangiers, Uncut and others – but they’ve been a bright spot in the city’s live scene for over two years. Their promising debut full-length is dark, catchy, energetic indie rock that sounds as if a murder-mystery dinner theatre exploded into a post-punk dance party.
Not every track is single-worthy, but there are more than a few winners. Trash has a killer synth hook and superbly spiky guitars, while the dour-but-upbeat She Knew features vocalist Jesse Lee Wadon’s most memorable performance. And I’ll bet it’s the bouncy refrain from Murder that’ll get stuck in your head.
Top track: Murder
BLOOD ON MY BLAZER IS NOW AVAILABLE AT ROTATE THIS!
AND FOR DOWNLOAD @ CD BABY
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