Poised between Toronto and Winnipeg, Thunder Bay, Ontario became the unfortunate refuge for every touring band in Canada; that mandatory break while crossing the perilously vast Canadian Shield. With a nine-hour drive to anywhere else, Thunder Bay’s isolation goes beyond the cold, Northwestern psyche. It permeates the Canadian consciousness, leaving its mark on every musician crossing the Bay’s threshold.
No doubt, Canada’s vastness can be heard in much of the Northernly musical output. There is perhaps no better example of this than Thunder Bay’s Jarvis Street Revue. Their lone LP from 1971 leaves no on untouched by the band’s sheer avalanche of psychedelic heaviness, wasted acid leads and harrowing, disparate vocals. Every song is laced with a convection born from the physical landscape they called home.