Concert Review: Toronto’s Little Coyote Is Released Unto Bushwick

I am going to be honest. I went into Bushwick Public House blind. It was my first time entering the venue, and the cold was nipping into my mind. Nothing like brain freeze to make you feel open to life. Then, Little Coyote came out, and gave me a real reason to feel open.

I can put my love for Teagan Johnston in three words; yes, yes, and yes! I do not know what is going on in Toronto, but the music scene over their is producing the most magnetic and insightful artists of our time. (Yes, even Drake can give love advice!) Little Coyote may not make you bust a move like Drake, but they join in on Toronto’s wave of mood music or, what I call the music that dims the surrounding lights and makes you enter the ones in your mind. Let’s be honest? What Drake track does not feel like it was written when he was in his head? Yet, Little Coyote sing for when you feel trapped in your mind, heart, and/ or body. Vocally, Teagan’s soft, gleaming vocals slowly close the drapes to every spiritual window, and leave you to confront what haunts you as in “Daylight Twilight”, “Electric”, “Delirium”, and “Medicine”. Each song was beautiful, melancholic, and, once again, moody, which contrasted the chipper nature of the band. Excited to be in NYC, their appreciation dripped inbetween the somber, but twinkled arrangements of Byron Patterson and Mike Poisson, and the overall eagerness to leave a lasting impression.

I always find it curious to see the joy of bands that sing to sadder feelings. Even though they smile and laugh, they move on to  sing a track about feeling broken to the point of delusion, and leave you wondering, “Huh?”. Yet, the contrast plays to something everyone knows, but Millennial artists are especially singing to; our public face versus our private one. It could be the surge of social media or the #staywoke campaign we have all started within our souls, but many artists, like Little Coyote, are rising to break down the facades of “I’m doing great!” we put on our face, and ask why do we even put these masks on? What is so bad with saying I feel bad? Little Coyote deliver these messages under brightly, pastel rhythms that turned their set into a cooled, water-painting you would have rather live in compared to the NYC cold. For More Information On Little Coyote Click Here.