Time: 9:30

Cover: $10

This is going to be one of the coolest shows of the year. And it is also the unofficial launch party of L.A. Beat, (www.labeat.ca) Lethbridge’s only online arts and entertainment magazine.

 Vancouver rockers the Manvils are back with their debut self titled CD and Vancouver blues rocker Rich Hope has just released his new CD Whip It On Ya and the Ramblin’ Ambassadors are also a very cool country tinged rock and rockabilly act out of Calgary.Cover is $10 all of which goes to the bands as they are playing for the door.

Rich Hope — http://www.myspace.com/richhope or www.richhope.com

Rich Hope is a fantastic blues rocker with a voice like Nik Kershaw and the slide playing reckless abandon of George Thorogood. He has been called an authentic white bluesman.

The Ramblin’ Ambassadors — http://www.myspace.com/ramblinambassadors

From the original Dutch text: In the instrumental surfsound of The Ramblin' Ambassadors ring through an unbridled love for the past. It had been lose itself well possible in uninterested eye flaps ..-cat practices. Of all that on Vista Cruiser country music nothing Squire. With a zest raw Tex-Mex feeling, country music Americana and especially much tremolo, they write numbers which had not notted become in Tarantino klassiekers. The numbers work also once more to the point contagiously. Moreover the Ambassadors are their predecessors grateful with tribute to The Surftones, The Bell-Airs and The Sadies in tight covers. Therefore the BBQ put outside but, construction a party, every summery occasion gets a lively note with these uninhibited lords who surprisingly enough from Calgary, Canada comes. I dare predict that even niet-liefhebbers of the genre for the axe go at bel onion phthisis. On traditional reads the Ambassadors play at marbles with smooth Groove. Who will stop them? Stay tuned...

The Manvils— http://www.myspace.com/themanvils

There's a ringing majesty to "Turpentine", the first single from the Manvils’ new self-titled album. It comes in with a magnetic little flourish from Mike Manville’s white, 1956 Gibson Les Paul Jr., a beefy double-time beat and chiming wall of guitar, and the kind of covertly brilliant chorus that REM used to manufacture out of thin air.

In total, the song comes clad in echoes of all your favourites, from the Clash to the Who. "I really wanted to start the record with something that had the best characteristics of the Manvils," says vocalist-guitarist-songwriter Manville. "The psychedelia, the blues, screaming guitars, and big drums."

It's a decisive and muscular way to start a record, and with expectations this high, it oughta be. The Manvils' 2006 debut Buried Love cemented the reputation of the Vancouver-based four-piece after barely a year of explosive live performances. In a city notorious for its self-loathing, the Manvils struck a rare chord, eventually achieving the unthinkable with a sold-out release party at one of the city's most auspicious mid-sized venues for the 2007 EP Strange Disaster.

And the song "Strange Disaster" shows up again on The Manvils, in an altogether more confident and sinewy form. The advances made by the band in the last year are writ large in its flawless pulse and corrosive guitar work - due mainly to the introduction of drummer Jay Koenderman in late 2007 and a generally re-doubled work ethic on the part of everybody else. And Manville found a perfect foil in producer Ryan Dahle, who earlier was struck by the raw Manvil talent before finally bringing them home to Vancouver's Factory and recRoom studios.

"There was no way around working your ass off on this record because of Ryan Dahle," Manville states. “Practicing and songwriting every day, for eight months. We lived in this world where the only thing that mattered was the songs."

Out of Dahle's boot camp - songs were perfected, deconstructed, and built up all over again - comes the great leap forward of The Manvils, where the production is bright, tasteful, and loud enough to rattle all the right inner-ear bones, and the playing is textured and imaginative. Everybody is on point for The Manvils, starting with an implacable rhythm section that can sit in the pocket without ever leaning on the obvious, like in the swaggering 16ths of album opener "Good Luck Club". Or they can go wide, with bassist Greg Buhr lacing yawning counter-melodies throughout "Hollow Hands", and drummer Koenderman bringing the otherwise deliberate "Guillotine" to a boiling tumult of snare, toms, and violence.

In guitar world, Manville and his comrade Mark Parry go candy-store on The Manvils. "True Believers" brackets its lighter-than-air, Eagles-inspired choruses and quasi-Dylanesque poetics with a bruiser’s catalogue of anguished metallic sounds. By Manville's own reckoning, "Substation" is "Smithsy", thanks to Parry's inspired contribution. "It's very distinctive," Manville declares. "That's when you hear the Brit side of the band, and then it gets into a fight with the Americana voice."

In the gorgeous "Riverside", a keening guitar hook drifts in and out of the song, drenching atmosphere on Manville's curious references to science magazines and skeletons. Underneath the enigma, it's a love song to Mikey's wife, and in its autumnal feel the closest thing to Canadiana that the songwriter has ever come up with. "This is an important record for us and there's no more important person to me," Manville asserts. "And every rock 'n' roll album has to have a great love song. That's what I think."

"The Stoker" offers heraldic guitar riffs, "la la la" choruses, and more sideways hooks, which Manville characterizes as "Byrds-meets-Motorhead-meets-Thin Lizzy-meets-the Clash". It's the upbeat yin to the minatory yang of album closer "Passport", which sees Manville's cohorts haul out the melodrama for his ominous rumination on trouble every day, piling out of an extraordinary record with a deliciously melodic psyche out.

It's 35 minutes of deft, intelligent, passionate rock 'n' roll, and a triumph for everyone concerned.

"A bright energy exists in every corner of this record,” Manville says. “In every chorus, and every verse. Each time I hear it, still, it overwhelms me with how proud I am of these guys, and how dedicated Ryan was. They took these songs, that were written on acoustic guitar in the my living room, and they were transformed into something that I'm gonna be proud of for a very, very long time."