May 18, 2010
Canadian indie quartet Tokyo Police Club have with easy conviction found themselves catapulted to the global mainstream radar by banging out their signature dance party, singalong-worthy, garage rock tunes. Champ, their sophomore album, is less of an attempt at validating this mod teen hero status than it is a chronicle of musical maturation.
Canadian indie quartet Tokyo Police Club have with easy conviction found themselves catapulted to the global mainstream radar by banging out their signature dance party, singalong-worthy, garage rock tunes. Champ, their sophomore album, is less of an attempt at validating this mod teen hero status than it is a chronicle of musical maturation.
Unlike their previous releases, well known for sounding like they were played by hyperactive prepubescents on a severe Redbull binge, Champ is significantly more guitar-driven and tuneful, bashing out fistfuls of hooks and its fair share of guitar signatures on the more memorable “Breakneck Speed” and “Boots of Danger (Wait Up).”
A sense of uniformity prevails the album, not to TPC’s advantage. While the songs blend together cohesively, there is a monotony unlike the one that stamped Interpol with its cult status. Champ, even after several listens, would leave anyone but the dedicated fan in a neutral zone with only a mild, lukewarm at best, opinion, possibly landing the album in indie rock purgatory.
TTT (Out of 5)
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