Marika Malaea

faithful marauder + fake royal

Hot Chip: A Review

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Every descriptive phrase I’ve ever hated naturally occurred to me last night. For example: off the hook, totally boss, and all that and a bag of salty carbohydrates immediately came to mind. Other good examples: the shiznit, the Kubla Kahn, and on like Donkey Kong. None of these should be said, thought, or felt, in my opinion, but say, think, and feel them I did; I blame the Hot Chip concert.

After turning back to retrieve our forgotten tickets, we were a little late. They were into their set already, but we still saw a good solid hour of the best party music around. I don’t know anyone who hates Hot Chip. You would also have to hate floor-thumping, heart-pounding, hands-flailing, brain-numbing, boogie-inspiring, death-defying, teeth-grinding, fist-pumping, ass-shaking, time-shattering, sock-rocking, sweaty, writhing, euphoria-inducing, good ol’ fashioned FUN. And who hates fun? NAZIS, THAT’S WHO.

It wasn’t just thump-thump-thump-thump, all night long. They integrated a diverse range of songs, funny dialogue (“…we’d like to introduce the next song…as the next Hot Chip song we’re going to play…”), and fantastic lighting. I know that’s what most musicians do, but I was really expecting more of an endless toil of indistinguishable rave music, mostly because Hot Chip has a very distinct sound; I  didn’t know if it would translate in a live show. I know better now.

I also thought I would be seeing the younger (early to mid-20’s) punk rock hipster crowd there — the kids who wear skinny jeans with their neon heels, asymmetrical haircuts, horizontally-striped hoodies, and a permanent look of disdain (which you can’t see since they’re usually wearing sunglasses, inside of a club, at night). Some of them look pretty cool, but most of the time I’m wondering: Why would you go out of your way to look dirty and poor? It’s baffling to me.

Instead, it was an older, more mature crowd. It was a crowd of people who really loved the music, and boogied until the very last note left the building (and beyond). There are some parts to getting older that I don’t mind, and one of them is dancing in public without really caring. I used to hate it, I was too self-conscious; now I see it as my right and responsibility to dance my ass off and get my money’s worth. Standing around, staring at a stage? I could have that experience watching YouTube in my pj’s.

In our immediate area: Two boring head-bobbers, a bunch of male yuppies in button-down shirts doing serious shoulder-grooving, an arm pumper (body jumping straight up and down, arm going in the air every beat), a shuffler, and a 40+ chick who was doing some kind of dramatic modern dance right next to me. At one point, I looked over and could actually hear her inner voice crying, “I’m a tree, I’M A TREE!” And then her arms blossomed into the air, head tilted to the side, body rigid, music flowing over her. A weirdly beautiful thing to see at the weirdly awesome Hot Chip concert.

And let us not forget that the last encore song of the evening was a spot-on cover of Sinead O’Connor’s “Nothing Compares to You”. Let us not forget that.


Written by sn0tteh

April 23, 2008 at 5:19 PM

Posted in Uncategorized

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  1. Hot Chip is one of the top bands in the ACL Festival lineup.

    I need to go, mehthinks.


    April 23, 2008 at 8:26 PM

  2. You’re GOING. You are GOING.

    Snotty McSnotterson

    April 23, 2008 at 10:02 PM

  3. “Nothing Compares 2 U” – Prince Rogers Nelson. Or pnelson, in yer crazy kids’ idiom.


    April 24, 2008 at 1:03 AM

  4. She’s a tree too?


    April 24, 2008 at 4:18 AM

  5. People should read this.


    November 11, 2008 at 1:34 AM

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