"Next pleaseee!!! What's with this heat ahò?!? Ginaaaa... the coffee for goodness sakes!! And who are you? What's your band's name? The Kaiser who?!? Naaa... I'm sorry friend, the blonde mane is out of fashion and besides, you're not Canadian! Yeah, Canadian: Montreal, French, English, the maple leaf, hatred of Americans, the crazy cold, and ice hockey, you know? Quality indie rock has now moved: Metric, Arcade Fire, New Pornographers, Stars. Enough with you pale and rickety guys from the United Kingdom. I'm sorry. It was a pleasure anyway... say hi to the junkie from Babyshambles, yeah right, the one who looks like that piece-of-crap pause from American Pie."
Ok... all this introduction just to create a chaotic atmosphere, as it should be for every quality indie rock band worth its salt. Moving on to the "technical details" of the band in question, who is now taking the luxury of opening all the concerts for Arcade Fire, one can easily say: the Wolf Parade currently represents a breath of fresh air for Sub Pop. A sound that finally manages to free the label in question from country, whispered verses, folk, sad slide guitar parts, Texan dust, and Southern gaze for a few dozen minutes. If you're tired of Iron & Wine, or if the new Holopaw left you unsatisfied, then here is a highly recommended and efficient change of direction. If the latest from Love As Laughters intrigued you and the riffs of the Pixies never stop flowing through your veins, then this is what you need right now.
No romance, no flowers, nor end-of-summer sunsets. Just beautiful progressions that sound like the finest lullabies of the new millennium ("Modern World") or rapid and elusive guitar rays ("Ground For Divorce"). In short, if someone like Isaac Brock, leader of Modest Mouse, who despite being a bit unattractive and not very friendly decides to take you to a studio in Portland in a hurry to let the world know what he himself has heard in preview, well... then there's no need to add more, I believe. The album sounds very much like an original middle ground between
"Funeral" by the aforementioned Arcade Fire and something more lo-fi, something that refers back to the early Grandaddy and the tracks always give the impression that after recording the song the four members of the band finished drinking what they had left in their glasses. "Apologies To The Queen Mary" represents the failed attempt to trap a healthy and distorted pop-rock anarchy within the preconception that today everything is boredom and recycling in the world of rock. Track number 7, "Shine A Light" minute 1:50, the wild guitar finally managed to penetrate even along
the digestive channel. Good.
At this point, a little quote would fit perfectly, so here you go...
Time Magazine: "Wolf Parade is one of Canada's most anticipated indie albums of the year".
I believe I have written too much already. What are you still doing sitting?!?
Wolf Parade is the most sparkling delight generated by today’s Indie scene.
Their tortured laments evoke claustrophobic atmospheres in a limbo state between euphoria, cacophony, and desperate cynicism.