Birds of Tokyo
Every musical cloud has a silver lining.
In the case of the widely-reviled Emo, it’s Australia’s Birds of Tokyo. Silhouettic is the cut to cut straight to, here. Exhilarating, genuinely powerful and, yes, original. Or as original as you’re going to get, these days. The rest can be tossed off as ‘Emo Pearl Jam’ (see Head In My Hands and ‘I hate my melodies, they’re all the same’) or, rock help us, ‘Emo Jet’ (White Witch) but the band make the best fist of cramming virtually every brand of guitar-based bombast into their tunes without sounding crass or derivative. Surely this deserves some sort of medal.