japandroids: no singles

the thing about these guys is that they're only trying to be the fuck up, canadian twentysomethings that they really are. this ten song crash course through their first two eps (all lies and lullaby death jams) drags you through a hellish, emotional drone of benders, urban grime, desperation pleas, resentment, and uncertainty that should feel familiar to every, even vaguely, self-aware product of a privileged childhood.

an unrelenting, headlong demonstration of the trials and tribulations, frantic traces of young glory and triumph, and the imminent crushing lows - no singles makes sure you feel every circular twinge of the conscious emotional egotism, heavy accusation, and fickle ascension. all far from abandoned at their hellfire driven shows.

a perfect addition to the unique, archetypal, liquor-fueled revelry that is friday night youth guaranteed to deliver unrelenting self pity interspersed with delinquent lightheartedness (i.e. sunshine girls).

key tracks: darkness on the edge of gastown, lucifer's symphony