The old joke: if your dog runs away in Saskatchewan, you can watch it go for days across the flat prairies. But there’s something in the water in that province that keeps producing artists who challenge the simplicity of the provincial archetypes. The Seahags come at you from deep in the groundwater, a surge of manic violin buoyed by a fuzz-laden country backbone. There is a raw honesty to the delivery of the songs. The band carries an infections energy that translates into the recordings, makes you dream of a real barn-burner. Put on your dancing shoes and join in.