The Best Song of 2012
by Ryan Bort
Moments before Japandroids are scheduled to appear in front of an Atlanta audience for the first time in three years, Brian King paces back and forth across the length of Terminal West’s green room, gargling water he heated through a Keurig coffee maker. He’s been drinking Red Bulls, which constricts his vocal chords—it’s the sugar, he explains—and the hot water helps to loosen them back up. He is wearing a small black T-shirt, impossibly tight black jeans and a star-of-Texas belt buckle. Somehow, his hair is wet. In these final minutes leading up to the show, he’s adopted an almost intimidating air of focus. He...