But with their second full-length, the recently-released Champ, I was surprised at how much more mature-sounding they had become, trading more on melody and sophistication than shouts and handclaps and without sacrificing much at all in the way of energy or hooks. Certainly, from day one they evidenced a knack for writing a good pop song but the sort of antics I mentioned in that first review were part of why I’d always dismissed them as being you know, for kids! Which was fine, since they weren’t especially aged themselves. That’s how long I’ve been acquainted with Tokyo Police Club, and it’s remarkable to see how far they’ve come in that time. I went digging for this post and was surprised to find it’s from only four years ago.
#THE FLAMING LIPS SOFT BULLETIN TORRENT TORRENT#
Like prog rock edited down to just the crescendos, Fang Island’s set was a torrent of melodies and harmonies unleashed heavenwards. Of course, that was in between their unloading the massive, triple-guitar tapping, four-part harmony epics from their self-titled debut. But if the fact that people hadn’t made it down from work was bumming the five-piece out, it didn’t show at several points in their set, they commented on how excited they were to be playing such a large stage and touring with The Flaming Lips. Providence by way of Brooklyn’s Fang Island represented the rookies, and their 6:30 start time got them a good idea of what it was like at the last major festival to go down at this same venue, which is to say V Fest 2009 and the swathes of empty seats which many of the bands played to that weekend. Mind-bending, world-class headliner? Check and check. Critically acclaimed, indie cred-toting vets? Check. Sure, it was only four bands deep but it certainly had many of the necessary bases covered – buzzy young up-and-coming act? Check. Frank YangI’ve previously bemoaned the dearth of festivals in the 416 this Summer, but on Thursday night at the Molson Amphitheatre, if you squinted just right, it certainly looked like a festival.