Toronto rocker DANKO JONES recently launched a column at Canada's Huffington Post. Following is an excerpt from his latest article:

"When The ARCADE FIRE won the Grammy for Album of the Year in 2011, it was a historic win for the Canadian music industry. Grammys are meant to crown the best of the best in music and for that year our very own Arcade Fire were it. But amidst the industry back-slapping and chants of 'we're number one' from muso-journalists, I remained unusually quiet.

You see, Grammy or no Grammy, Arcade Fire are a damn good band, but they're not the best band in the world. In fact, no matter what transitory trophy is presented to knight whichever best band in the world, chances are they'll always get it wrong.

That's because the best band in world aren't from Los Angeles or New York or London or Montreal. The best band in the world are from Oslo, Norway and they're called TURBONEGRO.

Back in 1998, while I was on tour with the NEW BOMB TURKS, their bassist Matt Reber and guitarist Jim Weber kept raving about this band they had just played with in Europe called Turbonegro. I immediately raised an eyebrow and interrupted with a "Turbo-What?"

They were unfazed and played me their Apocalypse Dudes album. The band photos of six eyeliner wearing bearded dudes were kinda sinister, and I rated it a pretty darn good punk rock album, but that was it. Fast forward to 2002, standing amongst a rain-soaked crowd at the Hultsfred Festival in Sweden getting ready to witness the Turbonegro reunion with their then-newly clean and sober singer, Hank Von Helvete, I couldn't help but get caught up in the frenzy. When the band hit the stage, everything jigsawed into place like it was being orchestrated by some death punk Keyser Soze. I got it. And from that moment on I've been a Turbonegro devotee.

Their 2003 return album Scandinavian Leather had the band hitting the streets with a renewed vigour, making up for lost time and garnering fans like Jello Biafra and James Hetfield. Their brand of punk rock, that they christened 'Death Punk,' was a homoerotic, biker/sailor, denim 'n' leather goulash, with songs about prostitution, anal sex and... pizza. Think ALICE COOPER meets THE RAMONES with simple hooks and hummable melodies and you're getting close.

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