Last night in Toronto, crowds poured in the city's heart and let out a collective "fuck yeah!" of relief. It's been a while since Canadians had a national, unifying reason to go apeshit (Obama was nice, but it doesn't really concern them), so when Sidney Crosby scored in overtime to clinch the gold medal in men's hockey last night, he awakened a beast. I can't think of a single sporting event that would ignite American pride the same way. If one of New York's baseball teams won a championship, half the city would actually be pissed off over it. Last night in Toronto, people hung from street lights like drunken monkeys. They raised their flags and screamed endlessly into the night sky. They stripped to their underwear and danced deliriously to an orchestra of horns. After the jump, a chicken and a pig guide you through the chaos.

The debut album from Oregon’s Hockey delivers a hat trick of electro-infused dance, pop and disco.

Slim Twig, Contempt! (Paper Bag) Meet actor-musician Max Turnbull—better known by his Rip Torn–inspired stage moniker Slim Twig—a pompadour’d Goth-dandy from Toronto. (Think Jack Skellington in 1950s Memphis.) On his debut long-player, Contempt!, Turnbull moves away from his avant-rockabilly roots found on early EPs in favor of more macabre fare, layering Elvis-like vocals over gritty, reverb-heavy samples and found sound. Surprisingly likeable, his track “Patty Ann” even adds hip-hop to the mix, one of many sonic curveballs from the new poster boy for indie-quirk. —Annie Clinton