From the very first riff of a bass and clash of a cowbell, Los Angeles's Funeral Party sound special. And that’s even before frontman Chad Elliott’s snarling punk vocals descend on party classic 'New York City Moves to the Sound of LA'. This band has bags of attitude. With elements of The Rapture and The Strokes (Funeral Party are fresh off a Julian Casablancas support slot and can't escape the comparison) the indie five-piece are what the dubstep-heavy music scene is crying out for. Adrenalin-inducing, thrilling, loud, catchy rock and roll.
And they’re not short on anthems, either. Finale’s “We are the voices under the track, drawing you forward, pushing you back" chorus is as addictive as nicotine. The potential singles continue with 'Where Did It Go Wrong' and its Fab Moretti drumbeat and the disco dancing 'Car Wars' - think Liam Gallagher howling an LCD Soundsystem classic, but good. Singalong 'Just Because' had its release back in August, and its carnal screams and Hot Hot Heat-esque endearing racket make it a standout track on a cracking debut.
Looking like they’re from the Big Apple – you know, ridiculously cool in a leather jacket, swagger, skinny jeans – the five twenty-somethings are actually from sleepy Whittier in east Los Angeles and grew up playing raves in parking lots to get their kicks. Made up of Chad, guitarist James Torres, Kimo Kauhola on bass and keyboardist and drummer Tim Madrid, Funeral Party are nowhere near as depressing as their name suggests. Beginning one of the slowest tracks on Golden Age of Knowhere, 'Postcards of Persuasion', with an Interpol bass, they soon return to their anthemic Idlewild style choruses; and even when teetering dangerously close to the edge of a pop ballad on 'Relics To Ruin', that exciting post punk edge that they should copyright, still delivers the goods.
Much has been made of The Strokes return - they are the saviors of indie, after all - but this band could be just the raw talent needed to drag the music scene back to its rocking best. Last track on a practically flawless debut, 'Golden Age of Knowhere'’s military pulse is as epic as an 'And You Will Know Us By The Trail of Dead' slowburning offering - birds sound intro and all. Is January too early for an album of the year contender? Who cares. This is it.