PRESS - The Donefors: How To Have Sex With Canadians, (Independent)

By Doug Taylor, The Coast, Halifax

Following up previous collaborations, Toronto-based Janine Stoll joins forces with two members of Afrobeat band Mr. Something Something in The DoneFors. The songs on How to Have Sex With Canadians are dreamlike concoctions that move along crisply with just a hint of the exotic. "Mouth Full of Marbles" wraps a metaphor-drenched narrative with contraband and a guillotine around a hypnotic hook. Stoll gets sultry on a few numbers that could use a horn or two for ambience. Unrequited love, in "The Last Thing You Do," combines streaking and stalking in hopes the object of her affection will see her on the TV news. Such a tale needs crazier music.

HE CAN FLY HE CAN FLY HE CAN FLY

wanderlusts,

when life gives you nuts you make butter. and then people's throats close up. welcome to the year two thousand an nineteen, where not-so-suddenly old is new and new is so old. soon it's gonna be hip to saran wrap the furniture in the room that you never even hang out in. and you'll only listen to the radio, sitting in a chair in the hallway, by the faux wind up phone, 'cause that's the only place that gets 'faux' reception. only thing is that that stuff will all be digital. but you'll break it (slightly) to make it sound grainy and all retro. or you'll download the 'gramaphone' plugin from Itunes to make it sound quiet and dusty like an old record. the funny papers will be so tame that the funny will elude. the political commentary will breeze over everyone's head. and it will be brought to you c/o a wafer thin monitor. disposable. everything is. but all of the lard in the pie will taste like old times. and therefor; good. just like mom (who cooked crap) made. they're even going to come up with a health conscious (but healthy and gmo) version of lard. be careful out there. what you don't know will kill you. but good music might not. i'm scared of the future. are you? if you want to be scare together and huddle in a bunker, maybe a good place to hangout would be at not my dog on thursday nights in april. the donefors are gonna be hanging out with canned goods and bibles and qurans and all of it, just to get through the thing. we'll play music, cause that's the only thing that makes us feel normal in social situations. but it'll be a safe, happy place. like peter pan. come to a donefors show and you'll find your happy thawt. and then you'll fly.

gumshoes,
janine, paul, liam and brian

PRESS - Review: The Donefors - How To Have Sex With Canadians, independent

By Anne-Marie Brugger, !earshot Magazine, Canada

From the opening track, sounding deliciously zenful, it is impossible not to fall under the spell of Janine Stoll's mellifluous voice. How to Have Sex with Canadians is all about falling under the influence of various tonics and the allure of total strangers, and basking in the innocence of love and life.

The DoneFors gracefully capture the essence of the Canadian spirit with sultry, sexy but unpretentious vocals, lyrics, and music. The 12 jazzy, funky and unpredictable tracks will have listeners escaping the doldrums of everyday life with an ounce (sorry, a gram) of typically Canadian self-deprecation. That's definitely one of our sexier traits. (That, and wearing big woolly socks to bed.) On "In My Blood" for instance, Janine croons: "You keep me tied up/ To a hitchin' post/ I'll take my clothes off/ And offer up a toast/ This one's for the funny bones..." Janine, who penned the lyrics, certainly has a way with words.

The DoneFors are a foursome, each with a strong professional history, including electric guitar and singer-songwriter Paul MacDougall, bass player Liam Smith (both of Mr. Something Something), drummer Brian Lahaie (SuperstacK) and, of course, Janine Stoll (The Ladybird Sideshow).

Ms. Stoll's delicate voice sounds angelic and fragile. Yet the incongruous lyrics have her either "Drunk with apathy", or "Stumbling on the brink/ Of too many beers/ Brain full of hash/ Not enough to numb [her] fear". On "Lemons from Argentina", she slurs "I'm here to waste my brain cells/ ...Hail me a cab I'm sleeping/ In a stranger's bed tonight". It's tragic and poignant but ultimately, it's just about living in the moment and without regret. It's about keeping warm in the company of others, anyone.

The DoneFors invite you to good times in bed, in fields, or anywhere and with a promise to keep you aurally stimulated.

Highly recommended.