Tom Cochrane’s living room is a small, cosy niche located at the heart of Cabbagetown. The furniture is neat and looks recently purchases – a trendy little Art Shoppe sectional couch.
This is an occasion as rare as a lunar eclipse for Music Express writers to express unanimous approval of a new record.
Toronto’s Red Rider, who topped record charts two years ago with White Hot and Lunatic Fringe, remain an industry enigma with the release of their third LP Neruda.
“I miss the snow,” Tom Cochrane, Red Rider’s lead vocalist and songwriter says via telephone from his hotel room in sunny Tallahassee, Florida. “Like hell I do,” he quickly adds with a laugh.
When Pablo Neruda was offered a high-ranking government position by his good friend Salvadore Allende, president of Chile, the South American poet could not accept.
Red Rider, a band that facilely combines the rockabilly sound of the ’50s, the hard age of the ’80’s, and the futuristic concepts of tomorrow, was formed in Toronto in 1976…