Tokyo Police Club, Elephant Shell
It is time once more for clever turns from the Americas. With Vampire Weekend delivery hi-life guitar and punctuation for discussion, Ontario's Edo Police force Club offer witty words and snappy pop tactile sensation - at the same time 1978 and 2008 - on their full-length record album debut. Their performance at Glastonbury last year and their championing by tastemakers have made Elephant Shell genuinely awaited.
Whereas their first EP, A Lesson In Crime was, in the speech of their keyboard thespian Whole meal flour Orville Wright, something that you could throw on on a Fri night to political party, Elephant Casing is the soundtrack for the cab drive home with a girl you met there. Mayhap. What it does is keep back the press stud and spiritedness of their early on work, staccato, toffee, exciting, concise, and precise. Big songs lurk under this modernist luster. Although bassist and vocaliser Dave Monks has entirely the phrasings du nos jours, there is a Syd Barrett child-like calibre to the material. With simple, big drums, and ofttimes solo voice against Josh Hook's chiming guitar, Tessellate, with its great line of ''broken hearts tessellate tonight'' is illustration of a lot here. The ace, Your English Is Good, is a hoot: big old sea bass, contact drums, shouted choruses, and layers of guitar, while the bleaker and grow Heed To The Maths shows their debt to Joy Partition. The xylophones and string section of The Harrowing Adventures Of . . . negotiation of submarines sailing the vII seas, gives them their very have indie pop lullaby.
Although hardly the virtually innovative record album you'll ever so hear, Elephant Eggshell does what it does and scarpers after 29 transactions. File under: 'Good old fashioned pop with a twist'.
