"Wax Mannequin was born in the smoke and industry of Hamilton; a damaged, underdog town; a perfect breeding ground for strange, variant things. Incorporating folk, scrappy prog-metal and a tireless creative ethic, Wax infused his local influences with road-broken experience to forge something unsettlingly new. Solo (accompanied by heavy devices and an angry, nylon-string guitar) or band-backed (with Mark Raymond on bass and Aidan Campbell on percussion), Wax Mannequin has toured incessantly within Canada over the past six years, with more recent forays into Europe and Australia.

Wax Mannequin now finds himself a forerunner in a strange new movement: roaming recluses and attention-seekers -- solo-performers, equipped with laptops, damaged instruments and decaying minivans, making new sounds, informed by hard travel and rough living.

Wax's thought-provoking live performances and acclaimed recordings have garnered the fervent support of the creative underclass in his home country as well as a burgeoning international reputation. After a comparitively sedentary half-year year of close-to-home travel, teaching grade two students and recording with Andy Magoffin, a wiser, drunker Wax Mannequin emerges. He readies himself again for the glories and pitfalls of the trans-Canada, and the trans-atlantic. Wax's impending release 'Saxon' (summer 2009) will mark a gritty return to the psych-folk roots of this rambling iconoclast."

[Wax Mannequin's] Saxon is one of the sharpest bursts of surreal folk-rock to emerge this year... the masterful Saxon, [is an] earnest batch of songs, most of which are performed on classical guitar and blend Wax Mannequin's trademark theatricality and darkly humorous perspective like nothing he's ever issued.
Exclaim! (Canada) | Feature article | August 2009

"By training his inner animal enough to let it run free with his muse, Wax Mannequin has given birth to a brilliant bestial gem of audio mythology."
-Exclaim! (Canada) | Review of 'Orchard and Ire' | August 2007

"Hello friends.

We'll get right to the point: we are a band called The Burning Hell. But then, you probably already guessed this.

We are not trained as therapists or even guidance counselors, so unfortunately we can't offer you any advice about your life or problems. But we can offer you music, in the form of live performances and recorded albums. If you would like to attend a concert, study the list of dates above, and choose one that is near to where you are. Say hi when you see us. We'd like to talk to you.

If you would rather skip the whole leaving the house thing, or if live music is just too loud these days, you can always purchase one of our albums. We have three right now. The newest one is probably our best. We called it "Baby" because lately it seems that many of us are producing fruits from our loins (ie. babies). And we are almost as excited about our album Baby as scientist people are when a rare manatee has a baby manatee, or a giant panda has a baby giant panda.

And thanks to folks like Paul Watson and the magic of science, you can now buy our new album, as well as two of our older ones, on Zunior in digital form for only $8.88 each!

Seriously, if you were just going to "rip" our music to your personal computer and make "mp3s" for your portable gramophone anyhow, why not just skip a step and buy the mp3s? The Zunior download also includes a full sized pdf of the album artwork. Please make our dreams come true."

"Peterborough’s Burning Hell is back with its sophomore release, and far from just avoiding the dreaded sophomore slump, Burning Hell is bringing the party with it from Northern Ontario. Slightly more upbeat in outlook than the band’s previous album, 2008’s Happy Birthday, Baby nonetheless retains all of the wacky gallows humour that leader Mathias Kom made a name for himself with—and some of it is twisted into wild, meta tangents. And with plenty of horns keeping everything as exciting as a mariachi party, you can get the party on down."
VUE Weekly, Apr. '09

"Mathias Kom is our Randy Newman and Cole Porter rolled into one, with one eye on the coming apocalypse and another on the neck of his ukulele."
Globe and Mail, Mar. '09