Shooting rock pomp and verbosity in the foot is always a difficult task through the eyes of a post-modern, pseudo Naomi Klein culture; and being a bedraggled youth is so ‘now’.
Luckily Attack Tokyo have been bedraggled and aloof for long enough to have earned their noise credentials. Idly compared by some to a Dave Grohl infested QOTSA, Led Zeppelin on a sunny day and a xanex free At The Drive-In, the North London three piece are still smiling from their journey on the Almost Famous ‘Tiny Dancer’ bus.
But The Band weren’t formed out of an ill informed despondency towards their hometowns or families; merely through an association of loud smearing guitars and falling drummers. The band have an inherent desire to warm the hearts of the stone-bashed indie toilet circuit queens and vagabonds as well as fighting their way to build themselves a ‘scene’ to eventually outgrow and destroy.
London is burning through the wreckage of a Tuesday morning Trash hangover caused by distinctly ugly record company associates. Let Attack Tokyo soothe the earaches and nosebleeds with their ’core offerings.