Writing a review of this band is more along the lines of writing a thesis of on the influence of indie music on the youth of Canada. Where does one start. First of all You Forgot It in People is the result of close to 15 musicians revolving like electrons around the nucleus of Brendan Canning and Kevin Drew all of whom played various instruments and whose contributions might run the gamut of frequent guitar work to the guy who hit a pop bottle with a stick on one track.

Though the style and sound of these songs are literally all over the map, they somehow manage a unifying tone that not only keeps it focused but sounding like an album that was carefully crafted as a concept. Credit Canning and Drew for keeping the pitches over or at least near the plate. Sometimes they can be big and noisy in a fashion that smacks of And You Will Know Us By Our Dead meets Pavement, and as quiet and haunting as Sparklehorse, many of the songs are instrumental that occasionally use vocals as more background instruments than anything (see track 10 "Shampoo Suicide.") A few of the noisier rockers that feature the vocals of Canning evince traces of Interpol (see track 3 and 5, "Stars and Sons" and "Almost Crimes"). Some of the instrumentals "Pacific Themes" are quite light and jazzy sounding like the love child of Kings of Convenience and Burt Bacharach.

Track seven "Anthems for a 17 year old Girl," features the winsome and whispery vocals of Emily Haines, set to banjo and violins and eventually guitars, a track that really doesn't go anywhere, but is nonetheless interesting in a low-key Sparklehorse kind of way. The following track "Cause = Time" features the vocals of Kevin Drews on a tune that sounds like a collaboration of Stephen Malkmus and Dinosaur Jr. Then on "Lovers Spit" Canning sounds like fellow Canadian Ron Sexsmith with his easy rendering of a sweet song about getting older and feeling the need to amount to something.

Throughout the proceedings there is alot of driving and out-front basslines that lend the record an undeniable New Order feel. It loses a little bit of it's momentum on the last few tracks, "I'm Your Fag," sounds like a meanderingly mediocre Red House Painters song. Overall however this record is quite brilliant and after a few spins you'd swear that you've been listening to this band all your life, in a sense you have.