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>> Doppelganger offer twice the beats

by GENEVIEVE PAIEMENT

“We’ve been compared to everyone from Saint-Germain and Björk to Edie Brickell,” offers Doppelganger’s singer and main lyricist, Elizabeth Powell. When pressed to describe her band’s elusive sound, she finally admits that they make “kind of anthemic, epic songs that tell stories. Because we have two drummers, the beats used to be more math-rock complicated, but now we’re more poppy.” Rounded out by founders Bill Welham (guitar) and Tyson Schallmann (drums) with F.J. St-John-Nash (of Jazz Pharmacy, keyboards and bass) and Tony Spina (drums, percussion), this formation’s been in place for a year now (though the name dates back to ’99). With a self-titled, independently produced debut EP and some pretty high-profile gigs under their belts (Montreal jazz fest, T.O.’s Harbourfront festival), the band has quickly had to face the more money-minded side of making music.
“It’s hard to just feel the magic when you’re dealing with business stuff—you have to control it and not let it control you,” Powell insists, obviously still struggling with these issues. “You have to do that if you want to be global and be able to play shows in Japan, which I want. ”
Powell, who’s been writing and performing music since she was 14 (back in Guelph, Ontario), is used to the trials of live shows, including the occasionally staggering stupidity of certain audiences. Like the time Doppelganger played a three-floor keg party at a university bar in Fredericton. “One of them shouted, ‘Play something we know!’ So I asked, ‘Like what?’ And they said, ‘I don’t know, Dave Matthews, or Metallica?’ So I was like, ‘Okay, this next one’s a Dave Matthews song,’ and we just played one of our songs. But they were so hammered, I don’t think they noticed.”
2002 sees Doppelganger playing a lot of local shows and taking off on a cross-Canada tour in March. Get a sneak preview in MP3 form at www.dganger.com. :


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