Still Eighteen's self-titled debut album!

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“Beautiful post-apocalypse momentum, for a song that strongly breathes the influences of the early seventies and returns them in a warlike hymn to a world that seems to be falling apart. Beautiful sounds and timbres right in the dark and deliciously melodic plots of “Piazza Cavour”, which at times becomes almost an opera piece.” 

– Indie For Bunnies (translated from Italian) on “Piazza Cavour”

“We really like the melodic line of the song and the emotional tension that is created especially in the second part. It's like standing on a bomb ready to explode at any moment.” 

– Distopic on “Piazza Cavour”

"Appreciate the upbeat, driving, and engaging feel this gives off. This piece captures that alt-rock sound blended with pop rock and classic rock nuances throughout. It has this punchy, exciting, and crisp tone that's easy to follow through. Recalls the likes of The Pretty Reckless, R.E.M., Duran Duran, No Doubt, etc. Clearly [Still Eighteen] has a flair for this type of sound. Like the energetic, spacious progression as well as the suiting melodies. It's grounded, with flares of groovy tones." 

– UNXIGNED on “Keep Rocking”

"Energetic performance and nice guitar-driven sound." 

- SecretEclectic on “Keep Rocking”

“What an earnest song this is, a pair of lovebirds who match each other for pouring themselves completely into character. I must say I was taken by their application and how real it all sounded, came from the heart or even the soul for that matter.” 

– MP3hugger on “Just Hang On”

“...love the touching element the keys add to this, very pretty :)” 

– Indie Shuffle on “Just Hang On”

"Meaningful and deep, the lyrics and content are certainly relevant for our times." 

-- Independent Music Reviews on “I'm Finding It Hard to Believe in Something”

“It is an easy listening song with an addictive groove, live performing vibes, positive energy and catchy elements all along the way.” 

– Metalhead Community Magazine on “I’m Finding it Hard to Believe in Something”

“Canadian alt-rockers Still Eighteen take a shot at capitalism yet still fill the sonics up with all the power chords and take it to the bridge in a Camaro attitude that The Man likes. You will probably like it too.”

— Bluesbunny on “Carnivore”

“Good and captivating… A brilliant traditional hard rock song with overflowing energy” 

— Metalhead Community on “Carnivore”

“Still Eighteen are able to fulminate against a system of geo-political rectitude whilst becoming neither belligerent nor pleading as the bluesy-rock guitar echoes across the room to accompaniment of punctuated drum skins whilst punctilious bass lays with burnished vocal as the music spirals around the room and delivers sounds of incredulity that the world has become one of tribal in-fighting promulgated by those with no vested interest other than for their own amusement and betterment on the skeletons of those they abuse… I would posit this is something to add to the collection." 

Tim Whale, Emerging Indie Bands Blog on “Bullets and Dust”

Read what Darryl Sterdan of Tinnitist, one of Canada's most followed music critic had to say about “The Sun” here

The Story Behind The Writing of "Piazza Cavour"

Joey explains how writing “Piazza Cavour” was an otherworldly experience. 

“One early morning as I was waiting in the square, I felt an ominous energy, something I had rarely felt before. I sensed a struggle and horrific past in this ancient 3000-year-old part of the world, which had been visited by the likes of Pliny the Elder and other Roman aristocracy.

Bormio was now a beautiful bustling ski town high in the Italian Alps, yet I could still sense that it was once a sinister, medieval place full of atrocities, wars, and fear. As I gazed at the building next to me it sent shivers down my spine. The words inscribed into an ancient fresco were "Piazza Cavour". I felt the presence of witches, something I was all too familiar with in my dreams as a child. The chilling thoughts of boiling cauldrons filled with animal and human bones and flesh flooded my mind.I quickly told Karen and Samantha, who were in the square with me, what I was feeling and that I knew I was being compelled to write a song about it. I spent the morning in and out of the churches and other historic buildings that were steeped in history in this surreal, supernatural city square known as Piazza Cavour.

Upon returning to my hotel, I immediately picked up my Stratocaster guitar and the chords and progressions for the song flowed effortlessly.

“Piazza Cavour” had written itself that afternoon.

That night, I scoured the internet for anything I could find about the history of Piazza Cavour and the town of Bormio. The next morning I urged Samantha, Karen and Chris (Samantha’s boyfriend) to go on a walk with me to find the Church of San Gallo.

In my research, I discovered that in Piazza Cavour witch trials had taken place throughout the 16th to 18th centuries. 43 women were taken to the Church of San Gallo to be hanged and burned to death for witchcraft.

During the walk, we encountered a river that ran adjacent to a very beautiful yet eerie-looking church in a meadow. We walked around looking for a name or some kind of plaque that would reveal its identity. We couldn’t find one so we continued our search and walked up a steep mountain path to a village named Premadio. My research revealed that Premadio was the village that was the closest to the Church of San Gallo. Unfortunately, it was getting late, our walk had turned into a 6-hour endeavor, and we needed to start heading back before dark.

I woke up early the next morning and left the hotel while Samantha, Karen and Chris slept. I was possessed by my search for the Church of San Gallo. This time I drove to Premadio and found a church in the town. Outside the church, I met a stranger and I asked him in my broken Italian if I was in the Church of San Gallo. He pointed down the mountain to the church that we had visited the day before and proclaimed its location. I was overwhelmed at the discovery. I had stood in the very place where the accused met their horrific fate. I hurriedly drove back to the hotel to pick up the others. We then went back to the Church of San Gallo and walked about the “Fields of Justice” where the women were “hung in the gallows”.

I felt that these women had entrusted me with their unthinkable history and were urging me to tell their story.

Even as I write this, I am feeling a very emotional connection to their plight. My father was born in these very mountain ranges of the Italian Alps. The medieval history that my ancestors endured was in my very cells and was speaking to me. My endless dreams of witches as a child made me realize that this ancient time was a part of my history and now had become a part of me."