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Tokyo Police Club's recent Smith EP puts those comparisons to rest, though. There's more swagger and less pep than its predecessor, and Monks' lyrics are easier to make out. And with a new LP due out in late April, we'll have to wait and see whether they stick to curt stabs of punky pop, or slow things down like they do briefly on Smith. Not that it matters; they'll be fighting haters all the way.