The Stills

The Stills are up to their perfectly mussed hair in bourdonner. That’s buzz to moi and te. The Quebec quartet hailing from the ville of Montreal has hit the pages of Spin, Blender and Rolling Stone as one of those heat-seeking harbingers of what’s hot in the fickle environs of the music world. Canada’s answer to Interpol has hobnobbed on Last Call with Carson Daly (but don’t hold that against the band) and is winding up a tour with Ryan Adams before striding cool and confident into Lawrence. The Français foursome has immigrated to the enclave of hard-drinking, light-bathing “The” bands currently populating New York City, becoming one of the next-best-whatevers nipping at the Strokes’ heels. The band’s latest album, Logic Will Break Your Heart, serves up hints of woe-is-we musique beau in the Smiths/Cure/New Order vein. Luck be to those who catch the group on the upward swing, before the inevitable downward spiral has it bidding us all au revoir. Gotta love French-English dictionaries, no?