There are few performers that I've come across in this country that are as playfully menacing as Mark Bragg. I first saw Mark play when I was in his hometown of St. John's, Newfoundland this past spring and I was struck both by what a great pop singer, songwriter, and performer he is--in the vein of Beefheart, Waits, Springsteen, Violent Femmes' leader Gordon Gano, Wax Mannequin, and Bobcat Goldthwait maybe--and also by how completely unhinged his imagination is. As such, his live show fulfilled certain expectations, full of good humoured, earnest murder-y songs that veer all over the place, but with a supreme musicality that's a great surprise. Mark's touring right now, and I hope you'll go see him. Otherwise, he may just get us all. I bet he'd wear a cape for some reason. (Vish Khanna, Exclaim)
