Tokyo Police Club @ Nice 'N Sleazy's
frantic soundtrack of a post-apocalyptic society in distress
| 12 Mar 2007
Greeting the crowd with their "Tokyo", "Police" and "Club" cue-cards in the vein of Bob Dylan's Subterranean Homesick Blues, the energetic Canadian four-piece blast through the frantic soundtrack of a post-apocalyptic society in distress.
The capacity crowd are introduced to TPC's brave new world with Cheer It On, setting the tone for quick-fire, strident tracks offset by David Monk's incongruously languid vocals. The journey continues apace with the spacey atmospheres of Citizens of Tomorrow and Shoulders & Arms. It's the not-too-distant future and mankind has been enslaved by robots, but the resistance is coming.
The brashy Nature of the Experiment, Box and Be Good - mourning the alienation of humanity in the wake of inexorable modernity - have the crowd enraptured. The perverse excitement of the Sleazy's audience at the apparent end of civilization is palpable.
TPC convey their prophetic message with catchy hooks, multiple tempos, scratchy guitars, handclaps, yells and the frenetic energy of adolescent rebellion. Comparisons with Say Hi To Your Mom, Les Savy Fav and The Strokes are inevitable, however TPC's on-stage naiveté is refreshing - their presence as impetuous as it is infectious.
Citizens of tomorrow, be forewarned. [Tim Weir]
The capacity crowd are introduced to TPC's brave new world with Cheer It On, setting the tone for quick-fire, strident tracks offset by David Monk's incongruously languid vocals. The journey continues apace with the spacey atmospheres of Citizens of Tomorrow and Shoulders & Arms. It's the not-too-distant future and mankind has been enslaved by robots, but the resistance is coming.
The brashy Nature of the Experiment, Box and Be Good - mourning the alienation of humanity in the wake of inexorable modernity - have the crowd enraptured. The perverse excitement of the Sleazy's audience at the apparent end of civilization is palpable.
TPC convey their prophetic message with catchy hooks, multiple tempos, scratchy guitars, handclaps, yells and the frenetic energy of adolescent rebellion. Comparisons with Say Hi To Your Mom, Les Savy Fav and The Strokes are inevitable, however TPC's on-stage naiveté is refreshing - their presence as impetuous as it is infectious.
Citizens of tomorrow, be forewarned. [Tim Weir]