Some chick wrote a really crappy review of the free Subways show last week. Much like the terrible Air review that I tore up, this one makes me wonder why the Globe pays them. It’s the blandest, sophomoric review I’ve read in a long time. I even held back. Click pic for breakdown.

Daytona Prostitutes Hunting Serial Killer

The organization Whores By the Shores has gathered in Daytona Beach to track down a killer who has already murdered three ugly prostitutes. Watch out, Ashley!

‘Press Your Luck’ host dies in plane crash

The ultimate Whammy. PTFO.

Milosevic’s son says his father was murdered

What? Pot calling kettle black?

Issac Hayes (Chef) quits South Park over religion

The Scientologist entertainer decided to get weird and huffy over their episode that makes fun of Scientology. What would America be if we couldn’t make fun of Scientology? Oh, and Mormons. Come on.

Out of nowhere, or more specifically, England, comes Hot Chip with some highly charged bouncepop worthy of DFA’s cash. I sloshed through a rainstorm down the hill to Great Scott pretty excited about the show to begin with, and they exceeded all of my expectations.

Hot Chip’s liveness involved a shoulder-bouncing dude on the right, some shirtless guy playing guitar, a singer and another DJ dude, which means they’ve got enough energy between themselves and their synths to shock a lightning bolt. The crowd was having it, enough for two encores and to be left begging for more.

I got there late and missed a few of the songs I wanted to hear, assuming they played them, but they more than compensated with the rest of their set. I hope they come back soon and blow some sneakers off.