Enter the smoky, seductive haze of the Kit Kat Klub, where everyone is beautiful, the gin flows, champagne bubbles, and inhibitions melt away. But beneath the glittering facade of song and dance (and a bit of skin), a darker melody swells as 1930’s Weimar Germany, specifically Berlin, teeters on the brink, its vibrant and liberal shores threatened by a rising tide of hate.

The Blood Farts are a staple of the global music scene, with fives of followers chomping at the bit to hear more. With an ever-growing number of catchy originals and musical guests commonly joining them, you won’t want to close your ears.

Everytime I leave La Belle Province, I am reminded that the reputation of Polite Canada doesn't count in Quebec. Strange that for all the impeccably cool art vibes, and European tendencies, Montreal isn't friendly per se.

The Blue Metropolis International Literary Festival took place this year from April 24th to 27th. As the largest multilingual literary event in North America, the annual festival is a place of forging inter-cultural connections, social inclusion, and exposure to new ideas.

The theatre is plunged into darkness, the audience is arrested by a stark white light that descends from above, pinning us in our seats and rendering us the initial subject within the void. Long before the stage becomes visible, a low, resonant beat emanates from the space, initiating an immersive sonic environment that suggests an enveloping performance.

This essay will be a two-parter. I've never done this before, but it seems fitting. See, I'm always telling you (and anyone who will listen) that we must face our discomforts to level up, so it seems apt that you should join me through a joyful discomfort.

As the excitement and energy of Fringe season descends upon Montreal once again, Forget The Box is gearing up for our third annual Review Lottery. While you pour your heart, soul, time, and finances into crafting the most compelling FringeMTL production possible, we're diligently assembling our review team and finalizing our coverage plan for this year's festival.

While it should go without saying, allow me to open this essay by clarifying that I am not a doctor. I do have a correspondence school diploma in Adult Psychology, an expensive piece of paper I was really proud to get, and Concordia says can get me out of Psych101.

It was a chilly evening when I braved the typical November cold. I left my cozy couch to walk to a wine bar I had not yet heard of in Beaubien. I was meeting my friend, Karina. We had met in a screenwriting class six months prior and usually gathered with our other screenwriting classmates every other Tuesday for a writing group of our own.

As the temperatures hesitantly begin to rise, the Montreal literary scene is flourishing. Starting April 24th, it’s time for the annual Blue Metropolis International Literary Festival!