Fatality North American Tour Diary Part I

Wednesday, 3rd July 2013 By Charnelle Stöhrer

Toronto’s Fatality have geared up for a two-month North American “Towards Disastour” in support of their latest masterpiece Psychonaut, which was released on June 28. As the thrash party monsters strike several places across the USA and Canada, the Canadian thrash party monsters will be providing tour updates exclusively with Dead Rhetoric.  Here’s what Fatality frontman Spencer LeVon has to say about stops in Toronto and Quebec…

“Hell yeah brothers and sisters! This is Spencer LeVon peck-pecking away as we roll towards the American border from Quebec. Goddamn, Quebec roads stink. I swear, Quebec must be the pylon capital or the world, because the highway looks like an in-line skating course gone horribly wrong. A local told me that this is because the construction companies started repairing the roads all over the province, but then went halfway through the job went on strike in hopes of more money from the government. And although I would rather gouge out my left eye with an AIDS dick then navigate these godforsaken roads I must admit, that is a gangster-ass move.

We are currently on day three of our tour. It all started off in our hometown of Toronto on Friday night [June 28] for our album launch of new record, Psychonaut. What a night. Special thanks to Call of the Wild and Shotgun Cure for the support. Great night from start to finish [check out photos from the night here]. It was a real confidence booster playing to a packed house of friends and fans that have been keeping an eye on us from our humble beginnings in the metal scene, trying new things, experimenting and introspectively defining who we are as a group of unique individuals in this crazy-ass metal band. Toronto has for sure shaped who we are as people and as a band.

You can see it in our work ethic, our open minds towards people and experiences, and similarly in our eternal search for a unique identity that you must cultivate to survive in a city of 2.6 million. Thank you to everyone who came out and had a crazy night with us. The memories of that one night of bliss will act as positivity fodder for when I am inevitably playing to 5 indifferent strangers in town called “Fuckton” or “Weaselburg” on a Tuesday night in exchange for slightly-discounted mozzarella sticks.