
The Smalls are hard to explain. I guess you could say they were a band based on simple dichotomies. They were from Taber, Alberta, which is more famous for corn than any underground scene. Apparently, they all dug country, but you wouldn’t know it by listening to them (bassist Corb Lund would go on to a solo country thing). They weren’t ones to dominate a stage but you couldn’t help watching them when they were on it. And they weren’t the fastest band, but when they let loose it was incredibly cathartic as the pit became chaos.
The first time I saw them the show’s promoters, in an effort to educate mostly metalheaded morons, gave a little lecture on the proper etiquette for a pit. Such educational tidbits like how a pit is a clockwise circle and you shouldn’t be a jerk were announced to the crowd. The promoters even taped boundaries for the pit so that the boneheads wouldn’t get too out of hand. It was a cool idea, but I don’t think their students were paying attention, being that they were too busy writing notes, whispering and shooting spitballs. It was pretty violent, but then again, slamming to the Smalls was always tough, just like algebra, so who’s to say.
Here's their myspace page, where I lifted the image:
http://profile.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewprofile&friendid=39443388
1. Driving through detox
2. Middle of the road
3. True narcissist
4. Ill tide
5. Hay shaker
6. Dan-diddle-a-na
7. Bit by a little
8. Smiles
9. Tight spots (live)
10. Two pigs in a gunny sack
11. Toughest times
12. Controlling Melanie
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