Absurdly well-to-do quartet Hot Chip have been doing their floor-filling electronic disco pop thing for quite a long time now and despite the naysayers (hello!) have done pretty damn well with it. In Our Heads was their 2012 (it seems like only yesterday) album and is one of their best..confidently showcasing their inventive, infectious songwriting. Popular in both London and elsewhere if you haven't got on board their groove ridden Modeo hatch by now then here is a good place to start.
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I was dreading this moment. Dreading it......But wierdly this morning the new Hot Chip single came on the Radio 6 whilst I was devouring breakfast and I didn’t turn it off! Now there’s a first. So after a slew of successful side projects they are back and now on Domino where Poindexter there was tea bitch for awhile pre-fame. Opener ‘Motion Sickness’ comes as a suprise as its a Hot Chip song I can tolerate all the way through, probably because it sounds exactly like New Order playing a ‘Technique’ outtake devoid of Hook. Really good actually.
‘How Do You do’ is similarly ridiculously poppy with an insanely catchy mesh of vocals and synths, kind of like Depeche Mode and Barney Sumner hooking up for a 1986 love in. ‘Don’t Deny Your Heart’ is that rare beast - a modern day track influenced entirely by Climie Fisher whilst ‘Look at Where We Are’ is a sickly sweet ballad like the worst bits of 1988 Scritti Politti. And so on it goes, the general trend is of each track being worse than the last, interrupted by single ‘Night And Day’ which sounds remarkably like one of their earlier ones with its squelshy off kilter synths and the worst singing imaginable. The post chorus bit with the immortal line ‘lets boogie’ is both preposterous and hilarious - they kind of sound like a bunch of rugby players given the brief to come up with a slick dancefloor jam as part of some reality TV show where in turn a gaggle of Shoreditch hipsters have to turn out for Saracens in the Heineken Cup. And therein lies why I can’t get too angry with them. Absurdish, tuneful yet irritating synth fun that (I hope) doesn’t take itself too seriously (I hope) - maybe they are serious - now there’s a worry.
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