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Tokyo Police Club by Mimi Raver

Tokyo Police Club are back and keeping it simple with their fifth studio album TPC through Dine Alone Records. They’ve captured the sound that saved them within the walls of a church and by the hands of producer Rob Schnapf. These are hymns for the young at heart. The single, Simple Dude, vocalist David Monks sings about sensations and simple pleasures as if they are new discoveries, “my skin to your skin, I can feel it coming.” In Can’t Stay Here he asserts “ I don’t know how to grow up/I don’t know how to stay young/ I just know that I can’t stay here” over Josh Hook’s rousing guitar and Greg Alsop’s free-spirited drums. It’s the perfect song for leaving home, a relationship, or your twenties while Ready to Win is a genius ode to failure, which is a lifelong experience, and just as important as success.

TPC is proof that an album can be casual but not careless. There is value in simplicity, and some of the best art isn’t complicated. TPC has a fast tempo swagger, anxious but proud. This an album you can bounce to while you find your way through too many beers and one night stands. These fast times may be fleeting, but they’re worth it.

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Band Members
David Monks, Greg Alsop, Graham Wright, Josh Hook

Released May 15th, 2020

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If the universe had tilted the tiniest bit, there would be no Tokyo Police Club new album “TPC” – the not-quite self-titled fourth (and best) Tokyo Police Club album. By 2016, singer-bassist and chief songwriter Dave Monks had settled into life in New York City; he made a solo record and did some co-writing. Drummer Greg Alsop was living and working in L.A. Keyboard player Graham Wright and guitarist Josh Hook remained in the band’s native Canada. Tokyo Police Club created songs via e-mail, thinking they had enough natural chemistry and experience to make that setup work. But eventually, the lack of friction meant there was less musical spark, and it dawned on everybody that the end was near. There was resignation, not anger, when Wright, Alsop, and Hook told Monks they were done with the band.

After putting aside the idea of splitting up and back-burnering their commercial expectations, there was just one thing left to do: go to church. Specifically a church in rural Ontario, where the foursome could recapture the energy of their early years by playing in a room together. Songs that Monks had written were abandoned when they didn’t feel right for this new energy, and TPC started to take shape, built on camaraderie and esprit de corps.

Monks’ friends could once again help shape his songs into TPC songs, and the batch that ended up on the record aren’t quite like anything they’d done before. Album opener “New Blues” signals that Tokyo Police Club doesn’t need a racing tempo to introduce themselves; Pigs takes a sneering look at record-business politics; Simple Dude is unabashedly horny. Not giving a fuck—or, more accurately, only giving a fuck about those things closest to your heart—paid off. It’s the channeling of energy, which flows into every song on TPC, that makes the record their best. They’re through being cool, through doubting themselves, and through wasting time on ancillary things. TPC is self-titled, almost, because it’s Tokyo Police Club circa 2018—scarred but smarter, fully re-energized.

From “TPC” out October 5 on Dine Alone Records