{grate 3.5} Three surefire rules for an instant hit band, brought to you
by Tokyo Police Club: first, handclaps; second, gang background vocals; third,
nonsensical (but cool-sounding) band name. These four Canadian youngsters carry
those aesthetics to the LP arena with a caffeinated emo-Strokes burst on debut
Elephant Shell, a more subdued singles collection than their previous work (all
sixteen minutes of it).
It all starts with perfect opener “Centennial,” a taut
reminder that singer Dave Monks takes effective song arcs and rides them for
every drop of indie chic they contain.
Then we get “In A Cave,” an image-heavy tune about sci-fi
time travel and Romance that best encompasses the band’s maturation into a
restrained pop beast. These three-for-three ends with “
a punchy assault that blasts you with bite-sized hooks sheathed in synthetic oohs
and insistent guitar.
And from then on the Club starts to lose its footing. Monks
decided to adopt an even more nasally geek-tinge to his vocal inflections this
time around, and they further tarnish tween-girl friendly tracks “Juno” and
“Tessellate.” In case anyone didn’t know already, the word tessellate roughly
means “to form or arrange in a checkered or mosaic pattern”; when you add the
phrase “broken hearts” to that, you’ve got yourself a heart-on-sleeve nerdgasm
worth a wince or two.
Besides the aforementioned tracks’ questionable lyrics and
irritating delivery, the rest of the record sparkles with its huge percussion,
Monks’ everything-is-a-chorus approach to songwriting and goofy keymaster
Graham Wright’s tasteful choice of synth tones.
None of the cuts reach the frantic bliss of “Be Good” or the
pop-shock newness that “Nature of the Experiment” represented, but “Your
English Is Good” and “Graves” come close. Still, I say bring back the Albert
Hammond Jr. riffs, dry your eyes and speed up your shit for the next one; we
don’t want another Voxtrot on our hands.
