Venue Review: The Annex Wreckroom - Shock and Awe

Let's explore shock and awe for a moment. For me, it's a level of surprise that grabs a hold of astonishment by the balls, looks it square in the face and says "dude, that f'n rules! Everything about you makes me wanna squeal like a squirrel on crack!"

I experienced a sincere feeling of shock and awe on Friday April 18th when I arrived at the Annex Wreckroom for sound check. An impressive collection of imagery, sound and comfort washed over my soul in the span of a second.

This was my first time at the Annex Wreckroom. I'd heard good things and was looking forward to soaking it all in first hand, but that's usually when I get let down. But I'm here to urge you, dear readers, if the opportunity arises, plan to spend an evening at the Annex Wreckroom.

After stepping through the threshold and walking up the stairs, a guest of the Wreckroom is greeted in the foyer by a glass encased Elvis bust beside a ukulele and, on my visit, the original stylings of Dread Zeppelin emanating from the main ballroom.

Once through the foyer, the room expands into a gargantuan playground of style and rock luxury. The Wreckroom is deceivingly huge, from the outside, one would never expect the sheer magnitude of the space. A massive paisley shaped bar, adorned with a drunkard's trove of bottles, rests in the centre of the room as if it were a pivot for the rest of the Wreckroom to revolve on when the bands start rockin' out. The walls are lined with custom teardrop cushioned seats resting in rot iron stool frames and matching booth style couches. Ahead of the bar sits a generous stage seductively waiting to lay underfoot of the evening's noise and talent. To the left of the stage resides a makeshift games room, open concept, with coin operated standards like foozball, pool and a Michelangelo Portrait machine, and retrofitted with table hockey and a Pac Man aracade. Beyond this area is a VIP lounge complete with even dimmer lighting than the rest of the club and lower, more inviting couches that beg to be made out on. The entire atmosphere describes rock n' roll... even the bathrooms are labeled with the visage of Iggy Pop for the men's and Deborah Harry for the Ladies'.

The sound offstage is full, even and powerful. The sound onstage is clear, brilliant and balanced. The shock and awe here is not from the quality, but the discovery that our sound man is the very same gentleman, by the name of Aaron, that had previously provided killer sound at the Reverb, seemingly, for ever.

The Annex Wreckroom is definitely deserving of your hard earned dollars. Let's face it, music fan, after a long day of work it's time to kick back in a cool place and listen to some killer rock, might as well be the Annex Wreckroom. I can't promise you that every band that graces their stage will provide you with that feeling of shock and awe, but the Wreckroom itself certainly will.