A name like Spruce Invaders may bring to mind some sort of strange race of eco-alien beings for those outside of Hamilton's music scene, but the group did well in letting their music explain their interest in the occult and outer space with a short set of glistening power pop/space rock hybrid tunes highlighted by interesting song structures and gentle vocals of Brad Germain. A steady, no-frills rhythm section provided a solid base for Ross Miller to lay down his thin, glassy guitar leads.
In an element that made the set feel like a borderline concept performance, one auxiliary member of the group played roles as both a backing vocalist and something of a doomsday prophet, opening each song of the set with jarring, reverberating shouts about wavering from the church, the Bible, and the lord and saviour Jesus Christ. "Don't listen to what the Mesopotamians have to say, the Spruce Invaders will lead the way," he roared in a moment of rhyme. A future led by jangly guitars doesn't sound unappealing.
In an element that made the set feel like a borderline concept performance, one auxiliary member of the group played roles as both a backing vocalist and something of a doomsday prophet, opening each song of the set with jarring, reverberating shouts about wavering from the church, the Bible, and the lord and saviour Jesus Christ. "Don't listen to what the Mesopotamians have to say, the Spruce Invaders will lead the way," he roared in a moment of rhyme. A future led by jangly guitars doesn't sound unappealing.
