Despite their frankly appalling dress sense (imagine a disparate gaggle of geek-chic librarians as styled by visually impaired hipster fashionistas), and a certain irritating ubiquity amongst the music press cognoscenti, there’s much to love about Hot Chip. Namely, that aside from creating some of the finest albums of the last few years, they’re one of those bands that manages to deftly combine the euphoric rush of the dance floor with a sly, cerebral brand of shiny pop that retains a considerable degree of warmth and emotion, plus no uncertain wit. To that end, they’ve become part of a long lineage of great British bands that have deftly fused the politics of dancing with affairs of the heart, a la the Pet Shop Boys and New Order. And that, most certainly, is not a bad thing. (Neil Ferguson)
Sat., July 21, 8:30pm. $33-$40. With Chromatics. Electric Factory, 421 N. Seventh St. 215.627.1332. electricfactory.info
Time for a big Bang breakthrough?