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.
