In a basement bar made of barnboard and dusk, candles keep quiet vigil on the uneasy tables, and the floorboards maintain last nightís souvenirs of booze, boots, and bedlam. A band trickles down the stairs to set up on a stage that is adorned with the skull of a steer on the wall. It is a Sunday nightóGodís day, some would sayóbut in exactly one hour the room will be filled with sound, sweat, and bodies, and the eager crowd will be taken to a different kind of church owned by the howling and swaggering amplifiers of The Beauties.
The Beauties were formed in 2006 at a tavern in the west end of Toronto. A Sunday night residency (which was initially intended as an informal jam) soon blossomed into sold out shows, week after week. Darin McConnell and Shawn Creamer share guitar and vocal duties, Jud Ruhl streams the lead guitar while Paul Phisterer and Derek Downham keep time as the unapologetically stoic rhythm section. A four-song, self-titled EP quickly established The Beauties as a band to watch out for, earning them coveted support slots with acts such as Broken Social Scene and Alejandro Escovedo. They have also backed up such noteworthy songwriters as Ron Sexsmith, Jim Cuddy, and Serena Ryder. Three years later, they continue to remind the crowds of the tightly-knit seams that stem from rock and roll, as well as confirming the often overlooked truth that there isnít a single person who will love us like the devil does.
As the most recent signing to Six Shooter Records, The Beauties represent the darker and louder places where songs reside. There is a sober truth in their songs. We now raise a glass to this truth against the barnboard and dusk, wishing the sobriety away. Against the loud crowds, The Beauties take the stage.