This is elec-tron-ic.
This is the UK.
This is Trainspotting, this is Irvine Welsh.
This is eighties musical undergound allusions in all 'em novels, hittin' the twenty-fist centry.
This is MDMA.
This is pensive flashing lights and lyrics about getting swallowed.
This is fucking elec-tron-ic.
Hot Chip and the Junior Boys: they swallowed me like a flame into water only days apart, till I found myself going: "UK, elec-tron-ic, eh?" Yes, the Junior Boys are Hamilton natives, and they are hitting three whole landmarks in their own nation before touring with Hot Chip to damn near every farm plot across the UK. I imagine the set will go something like this:
1) Eccentric and Cognizant Frivolity (10 pm-2 am): HOT CHIP
2) Fervently Detached Comedown (2-6 am): The JUNIOR BOYS
The Junior Boys played last Monday at the indie death match of Broken City, where all Calgary's suburban kids routinely try to escape the austerity of the city's booming void. As a visitor, I think the show gave me enough strength to combat the lingering despair of mall sickness, suburbia and big business in one stone's throw. "Empty stalls in shopping malls that we'll never see again" is my resonating mantra as I deal with the culture shock of the Lonesome Crowded West:
Junior Boys - Count Souveniers [MySpace]
Hot Chip - And I Was a Boy From School [MySpace]
-Tara
Oh yes, Sweden ends here. I skipped countries. I stopped minding the gap and fell in. Here's to not prophesizing the extent of my music fascinations ever again.
