Toronto’s Brian Borcherdt and Graham Walsh are very naughty boys; naming their band in the way they have done was always going to be slightly controversial. Not that the name has prevented the band from quickly climbing the ladder from possible to definite contenders.
Their blend of lo-fi rhythms and naïve rock music has earned them praise at all the right festivals (from All Tomorrow’s Parties and Montreal Jazz to SXSW and Glastonbury), while their cathartic presence onstage (at small headline gigs and in support slots to the likes of Mouse on Mars and Wolf Parade) has been compared to that of a slightly less frenetic Iggy Pop. Stage diving at Whelan’s? Now there’s an odd thought.