Quickly becoming one of Ontario's most renowned live bands, it would seem impossible that the pride of Peterborough could capture that magic and energy on disc. And they don't. But No Place has more than its share of charms, the least of which is that this 14-piece folkestra sound like a band of veteran New Orleans musicians that got lost in Northern Ontario sometime in the late '50s and have spent their subsequent existence drinking moonshine all night and serenading the sunrise. The weak points here are the vocals, with the exception of spirited solo turns by gravel-mouthed Patrick Walsh and honey-sweet Kelly Pinneault. Instrumentally, the band creates magic out of thin air and even more remarkably, never steps on each other's toes. Still, No Place is best appreciated after witnessing their live glory, not as a first impression.
(Independent)The Silver Hearts
No Place
BY Michael BarclayPublished Jan 1, 2006