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"It’s always a thrill to hear a band who set enthusiasm at ‘10’, technique and musical know-how at ‘who cares’, and kick your ass into remembering that that’s exactly how it should be. Can’t sing? – just shout! Got a guitar? – whatta you waiting for, hit the fucking thing! And if you’ve got the songs in your head and the awesomeness in your heart that these girls have, you’ll be the best band in town within minutes. Magic. With a fucking ‘k’, if you must."

Tuesday, 22 September 2009

Hotpants Romance are so perfectly strange they’re almost hard to comprehend. They boast their work as “three girls, three years, three chords”. They really are as simple as that on the surface. Yet, there are so many things from their album It’s A Heatwave that are shiny, bright, and utterly complicated in the most splendid of ways. Laura, Lowri, and Kate seem to enjoy the frame of mind and sound they have developed by the large amount of energy they exude through each track.

It is great to hear the microseconds that these girls get on key, and then correct themselves with an abrupt pause or drawn out yell. This seems to be their charm. This is CBGB’s material before their was ever such a place. In it’s entirety, It’s A Heatwave sounds like a sing along for the mentally unstable who seem to know what it means to live better than the rest of the earth. It’s simply impossible not to feel a joyous sense of well being as these gals speed through tracks like “Shake” or “Blow My Fuse”.

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