Tokyo Police Club: A Lesson In Crime

A charming maze of Canadian indie coupled with rousing rock riots

Tokyo Police Club
“Absolute truth,” once said Hunter S Thompson, “is a very rare and dangerous commodity in the context of professional journalism.” With that in mind, let’s just say that it’s extremely unlikely any of this lot have even been to Tokyo, or solved a crime. While, with a brethren of four, it’s stretching it to say they constitute a club. And the truth? They hail from Newmarket, Ontario, they’re obsessed with The Strokes and they’re mod-punk like. They’re the most perfect, weirdly askew indie pop band the other side of the pond has produced since Pavement. And their singer is called Bartholomew Knobsicle.



“Operator! Get me the President Of The World!” begins opening track ‘Cheer It On’ before ploughing into the kind of acerbic indie rock that makes NME miss the truly awesome Guided By Voices a whole lot less with each spin. ‘Nature Of The Experiment’ follows – a charming, chiming rock rout that sounds like Television’s ‘Marquee Moon’ sped up to 150bmp, and we can’t quite remember a lyric that summed up the horror of unrequited love better than, “It’s my impeccable disorder/Where I keep on falling for her”. And, just when we were thinking, “This is good – but can they can do anything else?”, along comes ‘Be Good’ – a gangly, jangly lullaby that’s touching and tender, and an inversion of their thrash-pop racket.



Y’know, that Bartholomew Knobsicle thing was a lie, obviously, but on the evidence of their debut record, Tokyo Police Club are a bold, inventive, brilliant band. And that’s the absolute truth.



James Jam
8 / 10

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