St. Stephen's are a five-piece, Ottawa-Chelsea, Canada based band formed in the fall of 2007. The band's influences range from sixties folk-rock, think Buffalo Springfield, 70's rock n' roll, to more contemporary indie rock such as Blitzen Trapper and Wilco. Formerly known as The Flats, the band has released one full length CD "Between the Beams" in 2010 and one six song EP "Tell Me Something Else" in 2012. The band released their St. Stephen's debut 11 song CD "All We Are" on April 25th, 2015.
THE NEW NAME AND THE STORY OF "ALL WE ARE"
The Flats formed in 2007 as a six piece. Given the evolution of their sound, changes to the line-up, as well as the confusing fact that there were several North American bands called "The Flats", the band felt that the name no longer reflected who they were.
The new name is not a religious reference, but is drawn from a location that has been a constant presence for the band since it formed. Their weekly song-crafting sessions are a musical communion of sorts, and have taken place across the street from a century old church and cemetery yard in Chelsea, Quebec. The name "St. Stephen's" is spelled out with letters of wrought-iron in the gate above the entrance to the grounds. The words “cemetery gates” and “St Stephen’s” also evoke the musical legacies of The Smiths and the Grateful Dead. The image of St Stephen’s has been an anchor for the band - it's the church they don't attend on a weekly basis.
All We Are
The first single "All We Are" is a complete band composition and is a meditation on the constantly changing times. In particular the gentrification of old neighborhoods and those who flock there. While it’s a commentary on hipster culture, it’s not a condemnation. The grammatically challenged refrain reminds us that we are more than the devices we carry and the style we try to project.
“All we are, we ain’t”
The song is also an observation on the realities of modern society with the constant use of smartphones. People flock to coffee shops, not to talk to each other, but to catch up on e-mail or update their facebook status.
"Everybody`s heads looking down, like the answer has been placed on the ground"
They seem more interested in tweeting a foodie picture of their fusion dinner at the hip new gastro pub than enjoying the food and company. It seems like nobody talks to each other anymore.
"Resto, bistro, everything gastro..... everyone is dressing like Castro"
It’s a yearning to return to something physical and tactile – a desire to connect while still holding onto some of the almost forgotten pleasures in life.
“Give me a real newspaper, I want ink on my hands”