These days music moves faster than ever. With “illegal” file-sharing now as pervasive as the Internet and countless new blogs popping up daily providing hot tips on this week’s hottest new band, fans have an unprecedented amount of access to insight and hype. This structure has served to popularize bands before they even release debut albums or hit your hometown.

In many instances, all the stilted metaphors and obscure adjective use in the world does more to feed anticlimax than actual follow through. But in the case of Canadian foursome Tokyo Police Club’s debut full-length “Elephant Shell,” they fall somewhere in the middle.

Releasing its first EP, the catchy and concise “A Lesson In Crime,” in 2006, the Police Club took its rapid-fire, no-frills indie rock on the road and quickly gained steam and followers. On their debut album these young Canucks take much of the “retro-rocker” spirit that made “A Lesson In Crime” a study of how to write tracks The Strokes wish they’d tapped for a b-sides collection and refuse to become repeat offenders. Outside of slight mimicry of the Strokes’ “Hard To Explain” in the guitar riff of the remorseful “Graves,” Dave Monks and his club don’t revisit old themes much.

But while Monks and crew might have spent much of their first release pondering musical direction, “Elephant Shell” is a different beast entirely. Tunes still clock in at about two minutes apiece on average, but gone are songs about the future and killer robots. However, this isn’t to give the impression these boys have lost any of the playfulness that made their debut release such a gem. Cuts such as “Your English Is Good” thrive on backbones of punchy, upbeat key arrangements, precise and sharp guitar licks and shout-till-you’re-hoarse choruses.

This time around the band has made it its business to not just craft infectious rhythms, but to propel its song structure ever forward while cramming as many bookish lyrics into each track as possible. Tracks like the album’s first single, “Tessellate,” create impressive drive from stomps and claps while Monks attempts to improve his SAT verbal score with lines such as, “Dead lovers salivate, broken hearts tessellate tonight.” And while many tracks build off similar deceptively simplistic aesthetics, that’s much of why “Elephant Shell” reveals few cracks.

While it’s hardly debatable that these masquerading Japanese have chosen to embrace the more accessible aspects of their sound this time, the tunes carry no less weight than past Police Club tracks. Cuts like “Sixties Remake” drive upward heavenly with calculated ascending epic guitars. Others, such as the pulsing bass and drum-driven number “In A Cave,” are catchy enough in their own right but deliver a surprisingly captivating wallop by the time the bridge hits.

This, too, is where the boys make their greatest strides. While many bands make the mistake of writing pompous wandering songs intended to build up to a climatic tempo change or awe-inspiring solos, Tokyo Police Club couldn’t care less. Instead of wasting time intentionally constructing anticipation, the group puts all its effort into its songs’ diversity with precision. Bridges don’t just appear because the track is getting boring; they demand attention, reimagining previous song structure.

With an attention to detail that few bands even attempt to exhibit and tunes as infectious as they are matured, “Elephant Shell” is destined to become much more than just an odd metaphor. It’ll be the odd metaphor that creeps into everyone’s iTunes library this summer.