The duo’s debut full-length, Post Nothing, is a starry-eyed blast of Clinton-era crunch, each of its eight songs a sweaty salve for quarter-life miseries, or better yet, girl problems.
Regardless of classification, Japandroids have created something pure, something without pretense and without any concern for how smart or cool they will sound. In the underground, where status is more important than comfort, Post-Nothing is a beacon of safety, a true rock record for everyone.
Post Nothing is the perfect antidote to today's alt-folk movement that seems to be fast approaching saturation point. It's gritty and it's lo-fi. It's under-produced and fuzzy. It's intense and it's raw. It's a straight up garage-punk rock album...It's catchy... and it's... Well, it's noisy. But, more than any of that though, It's. Really. Fucking. Good.
Through all of their drunken ranting, clamoring for girls, and rocking like they’ve got a whole party behind them even though they are only two, at the heart of Japandroids lies two boys, scared to grow up, and not forgetting this fact no matter how wrapped up in girls and partying they might tell us they are.
Guitar/drums band from Vancouver makes terminally catchy music played with punk's enthusiasm and velocity that makes you feel like joining in to bash along.
Yes, there’s technically more instrumental breadth in most episodes of Sesame Street, but this is a deeply, troublingly emotional record.
Filled with bounce, bite and surprising cohesion, Post-Nothing is a deceptive little piece that is as much fun as it is subversive.
Post-Nothing is their eight-song debut, and it goes by in a flash of infectious, sweaty anthem jams about angsty youth problems, as on the track Sovereignty, where King sings, “It’s raining in Vancouver, but I don’t give a fuck.” You can’t bring these guys down.
Post-Nothing is convincing in its candor to the point of exhaustion.
The cacaphonous bursts of garage-rock fuzz on this young Vancouver duo's third album are the stuff of a thousand beer-soaked basement parties — shambolic, sweaty, and happily unrefined.
On their debut disc, Post-Nothing, guitarist Brian King and drummer David Prowse deliver a rush of fuzzed-out rockers and stoner-metal grooves, plus an awesomely bummed-out drone called "I Quit Girls."
And after all that build up—from the consistency of the first half to the more straightforward rock in the second, to the epic closing track—the album simply fades out. Where is it going? Post-Nothing? Think about it.
With Celebration Rock being the bonafide masterpiece that it is, it creates a pretty wide gulf between that album and their debut for me. However, Brian and Dave display great band interplay right out of the gate, and I can definitely hear the seeds of the more optimistic Americana/Punk sound they would later develop on tracks such as "Young Hearts Spark Fire" and "Rockers East Vancouver"
Can't think of Japandroids as being just another very mid garage rock with passable songs. After having listening to their 'classic' albums multiple times over the years, I still get very little out of the band and this album.
With Celebration Rock being the bonafide masterpiece that it is, it creates a pretty wide gulf between that album and their debut for me. However, Brian and Dave display great band interplay right out of the gate, and I can definitely hear the seeds of the more optimistic Americana/Punk sound they would later develop on tracks such as "Young Hearts Spark Fire" and "Rockers East Vancouver"
BRB, omw to sue these guys for false advertising because they are neither androids (they're humans) nor from Japan (they're from Canada)
1 | The Boys Are Leaving Town 3:59 | 76 |
2 | Young Hearts Spark Fire 5:03 | 80 |
3 | Wet Hair 3:09 | 82 |
4 | Rockers East Vancouver 4:29 | 75 |
5 | Heart Sweats 4:22 | 78 |
6 | Crazy/Forever 6:01 | 81 |
7 | Sovereignty 3:31 | 78 |
8 | I Quit Girls 4:55 | 76 |
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