Darkness descends on the savanna ... the sound of restless animals can be heard in the forest as nightfall approachs. The cry of the jackal on the prowl echos in the valley ... but wait ... what is that other sound ... the driving beat of the drums, the plaintive wail of the horn, the deafening skreech of the strings ... its a band ... its a group ... its The Madvarks,..They lived happy lives, lying in the sun all day and playing with their musical toys all night. But they longed to explore the wild west of Queen Street; they longed to taste exotic flavours at trendy bars, they pined for the bright lights and noxious odours of the urban core. Then, one day, as if by magic, they found themselves appearing at the Cameron House, entertaining the gentlefolk and buffoons of Toronto's fabled creatures of the night. I hope you enjoy our music!
