Recently I spent a couple days hanging out in the studio with The Broken Mirrors while they finished recording their debut album at Armoury Studios in Vancouver.
The Armoury is one of the schmanciest studios in the entire city (and not just because of the roof-top patio I spent most of my time there lounging on) — it was originally built by legendary Canadian songwriter Jim Vallance and later served as the home base for rock producer Bruce Fairbairn whose gold & platinum records cover the place in lieu of wallpaper.
The Broken Mirrors’ website lives here: www.thebrokenmirrors.comT
Drew Pellegrin, recording whiz kid extraordinaire.
Days away from going into one of Vancouver’s schmanciest studios to finish recording their debut album, The Broken Mirrors hosted a fundraising soiree at Cafe Deux Soleils featuring the likes of Paul Surjadinata (of Blue Ball Blues, Don’t Drop the Soap in San Quentin, and Buck-A-Slice songwriting fame), Debra-Jean & The Dreams (founding member of Mother Mother and chillingly masterful interpreter of iconic songs), and Pineapple (my current favorite band in Vancouver … But shhhh, don’t tell The Broken Mirrors I said so. Go listen to Pineapple’s songs right now !).
You can listen to The Broken Mirrors’ first 4 tunes from the aforementioned album at this link: www.thebrokenmirrors.com
You can pre-order the new album via The Broken Mirrors’ Indie GoGo campaign at this link: www.indiegogo.com/thebrokenmirrors
The Broken Mirrors is a brand spankin’ new superband made up of handsome gents you probably know if you’ve ever spent any time in the musical corners of Vancouver. Their recently recorded demo is a killer shade of rockin’ quirk and you’d best keep your eyes & ears open in the upcoming months for The Broken Mirrors to officially debut their sounds & show (www.thebrokenmirrors.com). In the meantime, here’s a sneak preview of the band.
Behind The Scenes
Noah demonstrating a classic light-testing face.
Inside The Broken Mirrors’ dressing room.
Nothing loosens you up to have your picture taken quite like a round of dirty jokes.
Nothing limbers you up to have your picture taken quite like a high kick.
Noah “This is my band, bitches!” Walker.
Michael Rush, the movie still character from another time.
Michael Simpsonelli, the brooding badass.
Tom Heuckendorff, who I’m suspicious secretly works as a male model to supplement his music career.
Nothing tells you someone is done having their picture taken quite like a cigarette shoved up their schnoz.