‘The Garage ain’t the ideal environ for squawky Vancouver rawk duo Japandroids to take to. Its toilet floors unblemished by the scummy erosion induced by incomprehensible urinary misfire; its walls plastered in woefully Photoshopped posters vainly attempting to entice to some inconsequential show from an ever to remain unheard of: put simply it’s a venue more sterile than many a hospital bed. Its upstairs is air-conditioned for fuck’s sake. But this is the last night of a frenzied UK tour which has taken in three London dates in the space of a week and, as the squiggly sweat-haired Brian King persistently avows, they’re in the mood to unapologetically “destroy the place.” And who the heck are we to stand in the way of an unrestrained luminary, the beam puked across his face throughout as indebted to the intake of oz upon oz of JD as it is to the innate mirth located within imminent LP, Celebration Rock.’

Dots & Dashes review Japandroids’ end-of-tour Loft Party upstairs at The Garage…