Kill The Lights

Kill The Lights


5 piece, male and female vocals, recently signed to MapleMusic Recordings in Toronto (home of The Dears, Martha Wainwright, Land of Talk and Silversun Pickups). An eclectic group of musicians that sound like Brit Pop clashing with North American art-indie and classic rock. Killer live show.


Kill The Lights is four men and one woman making calculated noises to specific rhythms with amplified instruments. Alex told Yann, “I feel something gnawing, and the police are giving me a hard time here in Quebec.” Yann replied, “Let us repair to Toronto, there are buildings and things and different people there.” The 401 was a razor of boredom, but percussion and melody were secured in the new metropolis. Lower octaves were required. John, barely visible in profile, emerged from somewhere in the G of the GTA to comply. Joe and Steph added tiers to the construct, in the form of keys, strings and tambourines. People whispered, “Chimaera!”

Kill The Lights first piqued Torontonian and Montrealer curiosity in the year of our Lord, 2005. Kill The Lights have a combined age of over one hundred and twenty. Kill The Lights believe there is an order to the universe but can’t quite figure out what it is. This confusion expresses itself in abstract musical forms – generous helpings of moody melody, stabby guitar licks, feverish drums, literate and imagistic lyrics, yelps, croons, keyboard burbles, equal dollops of joy and angst. There is more earnestness than irony to Kill The Lights. There is an embrace of pop song conventions but also a desire to flee from them. There are flirtations with experimentalism, shoegaze monotonies, and many feedback squalls. Underlying it all, there is a sense that music should be an artistic venture that combines passion, musical chops, friendship, and self-challenge.

Kill The Lights has played lots of shows with lots of prominent Indie-rock acts but won’t try and impress you by dropping their names. Kill The Lights sometimes wishes to spell its name Killthelights! - thinking this would indicate forward motion and modernity - but can’t really reach a solid consensus either way. Kill The Lights has been called “inconsistent” live because they like to try different things from show to show. Kill The Lights has slain crowds at Pop Montreal, North by Northeast and CMJ in New York.

Kill The Lights can be found drinking at Blizzarts in Montreal on Monday nights, or at the Queen’s Head Pub in Toronto.

Kill The Lights keeps its manager in a state of perpetual anxiety. Kill The Lights likes late brunches on the Plateau Mont-Royal, autumn, Brit-Pop, first snowfalls, foulards worn unpretentiously, Talking Heads, spastic energy, Newfoundland, Mitch Hedberg, Greek mythology, scuffling with macho bouncers, and the perfect espresso. For the record, Kill The Lights is:

Yann Geoffroy: Drums
Stephanie Hanna: Vocals and Keyboards
Joseph Yarmush: Guitars and Keyboards
Alexander Hackett: Guitars and Vocals
Johnston Dignard: Bass

Kill The Lights is set to release their awesome first disc, “Buffalo of Love”, in February. It was recorded hurriedly in cramped spaces with an international cast of very funny characters.


Skinny White Girls

Written By: Kill The Lights

“Hey Marcus
You need to come over
I’ve seen you struggle and it’s not pretty
Skinny white girls
Are not the be-all/end-all
There’s other ways to find humiliation.”

“Hey Josephine
You know you and I we’re not so white,”
He said
“We’ve got black, black souls.”
There’s secession in your mouth
There’s venom on your lips
You know
In the darkness we will glow.

Able-bodied we will go
Able bodied to the snow
We can’t know what we long for
Able-bodied with our ghost

The spirit breaks in tender flakes
This city mutes with its embrace
We’ll see our pasts in the morning
Able-bodied with our host

“Hey Marcus
We live inside the evilest dream
With these trembling hands we’ll try to find our way out.”
Summer in a no-man’s land
Lack of time is here and on our hands
From this great hibernation
We’ll flee back to our hearts

Able-bodied we will go
Able-bodied to the snow

2 Sinister Gentlemen

Written By: Kill The Lights


Well I found my man
But then he walked right through the door
It’s a treacherous thing
When there’s a hunger that will make you want more

Red eyes and clenched jaws
All the spies in trenchcoats
We’ll see you again
When you drop the bombs off at the station

You’re loved by all
You’ll be the glory of your nation
You’re doomed to fall
You have no need for bourgeois patience

Why don’t you stay awhile
We’ll talk about how you cling to rags of power
Why don’t you sit down now
You’re deformed by your bright soul’s upward spiral

You’re loved by all


Buffalo Of Love 2007

Two Sinister Gentlemen has been receiving feature radio play at modern rock station across Canada.

Set List

1/ Legs
2/ Fleurs Igloo
3/ Two Sinister Gentlemen
4/ Louder, Traitor
5/ Skinny White Girls
6/ Orestes
7/ Dirty Love
8/ Ceremony In A Basement
9/ Palest Form Of Sabotage