Fuck This Guy In Particular


Meet Andrew Bankovitch

Some background:  Single Mothers is one of my favourite bands.   Hailing from my birth town of London, ON, they kick ass in a serious way.  They’re like a hardcore version of the Hold Steady – imagine that band if they ditched the classic rock and played the stuff they grew up getting fucked up to.  That’s Single Mothers.  They’re a small band, up-and-coming: broke up in 2009 and have been touring ever since.  Their debut, Negative Qualities, was well-regarded, but they’re still a small band touring their asses off to support themselves.  Like all small bands in their situation, they survive partially off of gig money but mainly off of merch sales.

Enter Andrew Fucking Bankovitch.

Andrew Bankovitch likes to steal band logos, slap them with the sloppy style of a rank amateur onto a t-shirt, and sell them for his own profit.


Bands need that merch money to survive.  They can’t survive and continue to kick ass if the likes of Andy Bankovitch steal their logos and sell them as their very own.  Andy Bankovitch is literally killing rock ‘n’ roll.

Single Mothers



Caught these guys live in St. Catharines at the Mansion House last night.  They combine a classic Ontario hardcore sound with vocal elements that strongly remind me of the Hold Steady.  Their show is sweaty and bruising, and Drew the vocalist throws himself into the crowd at any opportunity.  His teeth (“she didn’t seem to mind my busted ass smile”) are mute evidence to the dangers of this sort of practice – the pit last night was brutal and I was sure someone was going to get knocked right out at any moment.  The show is short – the band only has seven recorded songs to their name and two more they’ve been trying out live – but the intensity makes it well worth it, if you can catch them.  This is most evident when they bust out ragers like “Christian Girls” or “Baby” but the singalong chorus nature of “Winter Coats” (my favourite track of theirs and possibly one of my favourite tracks period) makes the intimate crowd setting even more of a “us-against-the-world” vibe.  Drew spouted at one point that they had come to “keep the spirit of punk rock alive in St. Catharines” and in this they succeeded wildly.