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Turnstiles’ debut record never should have happened. But hold your proverbial horses right there. That’s not to say that it’s a bad record. Far from it. Still, the truth of the matter is that from the very outset, the odds were stacked well against the possibility of these Moncton lads ever putting much of anything down on tape. Throughout high school, Jesse, Olivier, Pete, and Shane found respite—from the angst, acne, and various other alliterative actualities of adolescence—in the form of music. Through an assortment of band name and lineup changes, the boys never really aspired to anything beyond playing assemblies, coffee houses, and perhaps the occasional car show. Upon returning from their first year of post-secondary, however, something wondrously inexplicable (or inexplicably wondrous—or both) happened: They just kind of, umm, kept going. Now fast-forward to the summer of 2005. Still spending most of their time scattered in various cities throughout the Maritimes, the four convene on weekends, desperately learning new tunes and working out arrangements—often only days before studio time is booked. Nevertheless, with the Right Honourable former-Superfriend Charles Austin (credits: Buck 65, Matt Mays, Joel Plaskett) at the helm, the band now known as Turnstiles (drawing their name from a Neil Young song) work well into the fall completing the record—all the while, keeping up with their fourth-year university workloads. After mixing and mastering, at long last Turns