How Do You Sleep?

Dogged by nightmares, if you must know.

Rumour floating round Reddit - reputable source - has it that this LCD Soundsystem epic track is basically James Murphy coming for Tim Goldsworthy, co-founder of DFA. Seemingly he buggered off to the UK with their equipment. And knowing that the lyrics are pretty scathing.

Love a bit of drama, me like.

Beyond the lyrical battle, the colossal composition of this track journeys through stirring, then to impassioned and explodes into the frenzied. So it basically echoes my current day-to-day internal battle.



The book Meet Me in the Bathroom: Rebirth and Rock and Roll in New York City 2001-2011 is supposed to be a good read for some insight. But academia has ruined my ability to read for pleasure. Gimme an audio version so I can rest my weary, tear-sodden eyes.

Joe Goddard

The eternal swoon-master, Joe Goddard, has returned with a slice of fresh, warm electronic delight.

His new album, Electric Lines travels through a diversity of funky, soulful, scratchy, grimey, bass-driven noise. And it is good.

I tend to opt for the rollicking. Clichéd Mulrine.

But the affectionate sounds of Home are happily pacifying my being.

A slight return..

It has been two years since I last posted. It was never about the immediacy. So you'll forgive me, I'm sure.

A great deal has changed and maybe I am seeking solace in the old familiarity of Pop Cultureddd.

So why not trot out an new-old cliche?

Soulwax have remixed Huarache Lights by Hot Chip. Of course they have. Why wouldn't they? Just like it is still 2007-8. Every track needs additional obligatory handclaps. So remix away, Boys!

The result is taking an already soaring, wobbly-where-needed track and make it, well, more soaring and wobbly. With a bit of added funk.

New Build

A new joint venture.

Very hot off the press. Featuring members of Hot Chip and LCD Soundsystem.

No link to the website as yet because it crashed when they announced it.

But I found the track.

It's great.

Finding Reasons by newbuild

We've not had a Hot Chip post for a while..

So why the hell not? Eh?

Hot Chip - Playboy

Delightful. I demand you agree.

Three days to go..

Friday night, Brixton Academy, Hot Chip. This band are literally a corner stone of my musical existence. They add up to much more than any other band and I have so much personal history connected to them.

Have a song to celebrate.

Taken from the first album.

Hot Chip - Keep Fallin'

Take a wild guess..

And you'll probably be right.

I had actually promised myself that I wasn't going to post anything about Hot Chip for at least some acceptable amount of time that would actually make it seem like other music does penetrate my insular little world.

But fuck it. This is absolutely fucking awesome.

I really can only apologise from the depths of my being for Jo Whiley's name and wine-sodden voice ruining this...

Wiley - Wearing My Rolex (Hot Chip cover) [via YouSendIt for 7 days]

I really do adore Joe Goddard. It is getting to be quite distracting.

Early bird..

I will definately jinx this by mentioning it but I can't help it. I have bought my tickets to see Hot Chip in November at the very wonderful venue, Brixton Academy. Its a late gig. 9pm-3am. And I'm very excited at the prospect of having very hot man by my side whilst I jiggle and having one to stare at on stage.

I ordinarily wouldn't mention upcoming gigs too much. I bloody forget to mention the ones I've actually been to! But this is just so special I'm giddy already.

I think a late gig will be a very special experience indeed. I'm intrigued already. Only 6 months to go then. Ha.

I love a bit of Hot Chip. So here is some. Covering my favourite Matthew Dear song. Near perfection, I tell you!

Matthew Dear - Don & Sherri (Hot Chip version) [via YouSendIt for 7 days]

Yes, the above picture is of Joe Goddard. Solely. I realise there are other members, but really, I'm not going to be looking at anyone else...

Adorno will break your legs..

This man! Oooo! This bloody man!

Imagine, if you will, one of those times when you just simply unable to adequately articulate your frustration at something or, more precisely, someone.

I am grappling for a piece of understanding. A little insight. Something just to ease all of this.

The man above is with whom I'm fighting. Theador Adorno. It is a charged and angry relationship we have. He is dead and he seems to be taking my brain and all its capabilities with him. Fucking bastard!

Ahem. He did actually have some very valid points. But he and I seem to disagree on the importance and relevance of popular culture in its own right, without the money-making agenda. But it is incredibly interesting to see a musicologist that was as disappointed at the way in which the sphere music was treat by capitalist profiteers as I have always felt.

The man will make me cry before the essay is done.

A fitting song? Ignore the James Murphy connections.

Hot Chip - Wrestlers [via YouSendIt for 7 days]

I'm-totally-obsessed-with-Hot-Chip Overrun

Where is all my time going? I've barely seen a computer all week! My apologies.

My very gorgeous Boyfriend, please look away now. It's all talk. You know me.

Okay, so I said I have a personal admission.

I have a huge crush, and have had since I saw Hot Chip live in May 2006, on Joe Goddard of the band. And due to all the promo at the moment given the release of their album I must say he has crept up my obscure crushes chart-- No, I don't have one, but you get what I mean, he is in the periphery of my consciousness more.

Having seen the promo video on their MySpace profile in which Owen, Alexis and Joe talk about the process of making their new album Made In The Dark it is pretty much a wonderful thing to witness, people talking about music so eloquently (God knows you aren't going to get any of that here at P.C.!), and then, THEN, its like pillow talk for me. Whilst talking about the track Don't Dance there is anti-capitalist type phrases and a definite incling toward a sociological viewing of dancing in a club!

I have some strange likings, apparently. But I think he is cute. He has a deep singing voice, plays a synth, can grow a nice beard and I imagine would be pretty nifty in the kitchen (an imagining of all my crushes). As my Mum would say, "He looks like a homely boy".

Imagine my utter delight at last weeks Never Mind The Buzzcocks to see him sat there.. in a jacket.. with a beard! I giggled and swooned.

Look!



The sort of guy you'd be proud to take home to your Mum.

I'm-totally-obsessed-with-Hot-Chip Week Pt. II

Gathering momentum and ever joyous responses Hot Chip look to be falling into the periphery of those ever more mainstream estute chart lovers. Maybe the inversion of popular styles and genres of music, and even more specifically rhythm and instrumental sound, to create something accessible whilst being totally different works in favour of the band.

It is quite strange to talk to people at my University who tell me when mentioning Hot Chip that they too are massive, die-hard fans, yet have never realised there was an album (or in fact any sort of music produced by the band) before The Warning, their second album, or even more nit-pickingly precise, the single Over And Over. I suppose lyrics regarding monkeys, cymbals and the spelling of sexy, electronica-porn words will always evoke attention.

But I find it sad that Coming On Strong is overlooked. And, yes, I must admit it makes me judge these persons pretty harshly. Okay, so it might not be their fault they've never made the effort to peruse the discography section of the bands website to see there is a whole LP plus EP's that they have missed, but if it is the case then I don't want to hear claims of die-hard fan status. I have neither the time nor the energy for lies.

So here is a massively haphazard video I quickly found from YouTube of a collection of Hot Chip bit-and-bob type clips of performances of Down With Prince. We are illustrating the greatness of 'early' Hot Chip material. Whatever 'early' might mean. Construe from that what you will.



Gettin' down with your own badness!!"

You know it is bad when..

..your dancing just doesn't have any feeling to it anymore. Even locked away in the privacy of your own room. It's just gone. The lust for life. Or something.

Okay, so we've established that the depression has sunk in. And we can blame it on everything. So enough wallowing and self-pitying. I assume it doesn't make for good reading.

Hot Chip.

I may proclaim this I'm-totally-obsessed-with-Hot-Chip Week. In which there will be an out-pouring of adoration, sharing of pictures, videos and music, and, well, the icing on your great big Hot Chip cake, a possibly personal admission or two. Ahem.

Woo! Huzzah! Woo and huzzah!

Let's have my old reliable favourite from Coming On Strong. There was a point in my life when I was totally obsessed with this track. And I still love it.

Hot Chip - Playboy [via YouSendIt for 7 days]

So this random week of Hot Chip lovin' will run Wednesday to Wednesday, as I am totally defiant of the days of the week, obviously.

If this makes no sense, is in any way odd or strange then I blame it on the fact I reckon I'm still recovering from some sort of alcohol poisoning. Not recommended.

Hot Chip

Hot Chip's new non-single, demo-type, future-album-inclusion, Shake A Fist is up on their MySpace page.

Must say I'm impressed.

They use an imperitive command and I can't help but obey.

Hot Chip

Flipping through my old brick of an MP3 player last night in bed I popped on Coming On Strong by Hot Chip. I'd not listened to it in ages and I just peacefully drifted. My hips still continued to jiggle though. The only remaining conscious body part. All the rhythm goes there.

Sweet and subtle.

You Ride, We Ride, In My Ride is a hushed hymn. And Hot Chip are certainly a band to provoke a reaction like that of the tea-sipping vicars of the quiet parishes of rural England.

Here is me with Paul looking non-hushed, subtle or sweet at a Hot Chip gig last May...


And this is Hot Chip as they were back last May...



I feel the need to pray.

The support act of that gig is worth mentioning. Grovesnor. At first, I must admit, I did think he was the soundcheck guy and had just got carried away because I'd walked past him manning the merchandise table. Turned out he was just multi-faceted. And I remember telling him he was like a more sexually-charged Sebastien Tellier, which he seemed to like. But anyway, give him a listen. He's good.