Let me state for the record: I love Celebration Rock. I love it so much that I'm skeptical about the precision with which it pushes my buttons. Japandroids are taking a mighty lunge at the pantheon of great rock records here. Celebration Rock addresses the teenage wasteland with the bombastic mix of fury and empathy that derives from Who's Next. It traffics in the same streetwise rock-patter drivel (ahem, "when the plunder of the poets, thunder of a punk's guitar / beat life to my body sulking drunk at the back of a bar") originating from Born to Run. It has the drunkard's sentimentality of the Replacements' Let It Be, and the tour-weary determinism of Appetite for Destruction. It's a beefy, pop-conscious punk record in the mold of Nevermind, and it's destined to become, like White Blood Cells, an important battle in the never-ending war to end bass playing as we know it.