It's somewhat ironic that in a similar vein to Tim Wheeler and co., many of these songs were written while the band approached the end of their comprehensive education, and it is that air of youthful innocence and zest that lifts Tourist History out of the cheese saturated quagmire inhabited by the likes of The Wombats and their odious ilk who profess to peddle wares of a similar nature.Įssentially three men and a drum machine, Two Door Cinema Club are something of an anomaly, while their live performances possess an undeniably radiant surge of energy, something never easy to fully replicate on record no matter how experienced or reputable the artist(s) in question may be. Were it not for the fact that Tourist History actually takes several of the aforementioned artists' blueprints and turns them into credible happy-go-lucky pop songs, the Xerox Police would already have them fingerprinted, charged and ready for sentence.Īs it happens though, the story of arguably Northern Ireland's finest three-piece since Ash thrust 'Jack Names The Planets' on Britpop's unsuspecting hordes is one of tremendous hard work and belief, not just in their own ability but in order to ensure anyone outside of their hometown would take them seriously. While it would be unfair to accuse them of flat-out plagiarism, there's no doubt they've spent their formative years studying the UK guitar scene of the post-millennium intently.
Two Door Cinema Club, you see, are well-versed in the recent past. Indeed, were Black Books set in three grotty bedsits in the Northern Irish seaside resort of Bangor it may pan out something like this. Dishevelled copies of NME and Q fight for floor space with well worn and slightly overplayed early editions of Silent Alarm and News & Tributes among others. One would imagine the bedrooms of messrs Alex Trimble, Sam Halliday and Kevin Baird to be packed to the brim with musical memorabilia from the past decade.
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