Forget the buzz about their hookups in the indie stratosphere and their hometown's hipster cred. Montreal's ragtag rock brigade Wolf Parade just write killer songs. Fusing manic kitchen-sink percussion, wailing organs and gouged-out guitars with a subtle backbone of backward-looking soul, their hugely anticipated debut LP is raw, urgent and near perfect pop music. Dan Boeckner's haunted wail ricochets off cottony organ and cascading bass lines on the exquisite art-skewed seven-minute lullaby Dinner Bells, Modern World's syncopated synths drive a pogoing anthem for postmodern pariahs, and the chugging guitars of This Heart's On Fire end Apologies To The Queen Mary on a raucous, slow-burning note. But it's the wiry jig of I'll Believe In Anything, where a steady kick drum and guitar riff swirl around Spencer Krug's plaintive yelp, that epitomizes Wolf Parade's strengths - thrillingly messy mayhem kept in check by great melodies.