For their debut,
Japandroids hit the ground running on
Post-Nothing, a warm flurry of fuzzy guitar, disjointed crashing drums, and childlike vocals yelled in unison by guitarist Brian King and drummer
David Prowse. Several seasons before the album was released, "Young Hearts Spark Fire" hit the blogosphere and earned the band enough praise to secure a spot on Polyvinyl. The buzz continued with comparisons to fellow lo-fi/noise rockers
No Age and
Wavves, two of the hottest forerunners on the hipster art-punk scene. (
Japanther is probably a closer comparison, due to their similar super-sized two-man singing style, but then again,
Japandroids aren't an easy band to pin down.) The lo-fi/noise rock tag is such a wide-ranging term that it's a loose fit. Think of it as a triple XL that the malnourished (metaphorically speaking) musicians can only wear if they wrap up in layers and layers of distortion. Behind the '90s shoegaze overdrive and underneath all the punk rock thrashing,
Japandroids' songs are absolute pop in the truest sense. They're innocent, they're simple, and they're filled with blindingly good hooks. It's all thrown together with a superb sense of knowing what works. With all the fat trimmed, of the eight songs there isn't a bad track, making it difficult to choose a favorite, be it the singalong-itude of "Wet Hair" and "Young Hearts Spark Fire," the nod to
Thin Lizzy with "The Boys Are Leaving Town," the fantastic bashing of "Heart Sweats," or the heartfelt sincerity of "Crazy/Forever." The lyrics aren't exactly thoughtful. Mainly, they're about girls and drinking, but they're delivered with such passion that they seem truly earnest, even when the line involves French-kissing French girls on Bikini Island. Just before the spring fever wears off and "Sovereignty" dissipates into the teeth-rattling power ballad closer "I Quit Girls," the boys shine brightest as they shout, "It's raining in Vancouver/But I don't give a fuck, because I'm alone with you tonight." It pretty much sums up the
Japandroids code. They act apathetic, but they're totally sentimental. Likewise, they're musically proficient even though they're sloppy as hell. ~ Jason Lymangrover