notch

So this is how it happened:
A couple of drunks got together one morning and start banging around playing some music, one plays guitar and sings the other drums. They both spend their nights playing referee in Vancouver's downtown eastside, trying to care about people who don't care about themselves. When you spend your working time up to your eyeballs in the world of Junkies and pimps, jibbernauts and crack heads, the whole world takes on a weird sort of dichotomy, a class system of definitions and traits. Every body has their notch; their spot on the feed chain, their qualities and traits tend to define what they can expect from people.
Notch is the soapbox used by notorious Vancouver asshole Nathan Dillon to sugar coat his cynical social commentary with fuzzy guitar drenched rock. Dillon created a buzz for his thought provoking lyrics and impassioned performances as front man for A&M recording artist Another White Male. Then briefly in the band Meeker along side Matthew Good Band members Rich Priske and Dave Genn, before taking on the moniker Notch, earning great reviews for solo shows described as “Tom Waits on two hits of E” (exclaim, Feb 2000). Dillon had essentially stopped playing music until Vancouver celebrity Joe Party began wrangling him into knock down drinking and jamming sessions, then eventually they got some help from another weirdo rock star guy, named Theo from the band Gob and recorded a CD they called "Are you mad at me?"
The CD, Are You Mad at Me “ boasts eight anathematic radio-ready air punchers” (Stuart Drydeyn, the Provence) and has had feature play on Vancouver’s modern rock station C-fox. Dillon’s writing has been featured in numerous writer’s journals in the last two years including the song “Doom” from Are you Mad at me being included in the IAMB journal showcasing young writers from Simon Fraser University.
Notch has now been joined on stage by Baritone Sax player Max Murphy and promises to entertain in a unique and exciting way. Hoping to bring to the rest of the world the dark sounds of Vancouver’s underbelly, where the “no fun city” and the “North American Amsterdam” fight for control of the early hours of the morning. Somewhere between decadence and boredom, Notch is that nagging voice asking you “what the hell am I doing?”