Guess what, Topanga are not American. Turns out they are from Toronto. Perhaps you already knew that, and why wouldn’t you? For the life of me I don’t know why I assumed these four fine gentlemen were from south of the border (they’ve actually been covered by the Ack on the hill before), perhaps it was their excellent, Boy Meets World-reffing name that threw me off.
Whatever the case, I’d been ignorleteing (ignorlete, a music blogger word I just made up, feel free to use it) emails about them because of it. As per usual, my ignorance and confusion was working against me, as Topanga write “irresistibly catchy, riff-heavy songs dripping with energy and wrapped in the essence of youth.” All of which I can get behind.
And I’d better get behind them whilst they are still in the hill’s wheelhouse, because with their sound, and with the backing of indie radio favourites Hollerado (who are putting out Topanga’s new 7″ on their label), it seems very likely that this is a band that won’t need help from the likes of us very much longer. The songs on their recent 7″, Oceans and Mabu (yes, that Mabou), burst by in a brief flash of drums, wailing riffs and earnest, shout-alone melodies, all of which leaves me hoping there’s a full-length in the works. Oh, and what’s with the Mabou connection? Frontman Stefan Babcock explains:
They were inspired by time I spent living out of a 1995 Toyota Camry on Canada’s East Coast. I named the car “Mabu” after the Mi’kmaq name for a small harbour town on the shore of Cape Breton Island, where one night I accidentally drove her into a lake. I have since driven Mabu into many other lakes and other places cars shouldn’t go.
Accidentally drove your car into the lake? Who hasn’t pulled that move once or thrice.
MP3:: Topanga – Oceans