The Miles are a power trio from Toronto. Drawing from the
classic sounds of surf rock, new wave and rockabilly, but charged with
the hard attitude of 70's punk and the cutting edge of electro, The
Miles are a force to be reckoned with. But they also love you
unconditionally. And they have glasses.
Where The Miles go, the party ensues.
In April they released their much anticipated debut album, Blood On My Blazer, a hit with critics and fans alike. It received rave reviews from many Toronto and national blogs and publications, such as the Toronto Star, Exclaim! and NOW magazine; who gave their album a rating of 4 N's calling it "dark, catchy, energetic indie rock that sounds as if a murder-mystery dinner theatre exploded into a post-punk dance party."
I was kinda worried an album wouldn't do justice to this barely-of-voting-age Toronto trio's frantic live show – these kids are seriously athletic players – but the put-upon lyrical wit displayed throughout Blood On My Blazer is easily up to speed with the Miles' nimble musicianship. Self-deprecating songs about girl troubles are attacked at a velocity that suggests the Buzzcocks and the early Pixies fed together into some sort of accelerative sci-fi device, yet the best of the Mod-ish hooks (see the "Michael, it's Arthur / Can I speak to Shawna?" chorus to "Can I Speak to Shawna?") are substantive enough to stick around once it's all done and you've had a moment to wipe your brow.
-Ben Rayner, Toronto Star
"With their crazed blend of psychedelic keyboards and airtight pop punk rhythms, Toronto, ON's the Miles have burst forth as one of the most potent young surprises of the year."
-Vish Khanna, EXCLAIM! Magazine
"A heat-seeking explosion of surf-garage-power pop, wildly energetic,
fearless, and as always--fun. Electric hot-jams turning the front of
the stage into a dance-a-thon. The Miles equals a noisy, sweaty,
celebration."
"pyrotechnic dance-punk that set the place on fire, scorching
rockabilly thunder, a musical high-speed car chase blazing a trail of
smoke and blinding fumes. Sizzling and dazzling. Place your money on
The Miles. These cool-cats are on onto bigger and better things."
-LV, EXCLAIM! Magazine