There’s nothing to touch and/There’s nothing to hold/Am I so truthful/Or in truth/Is the youth just getting old?/Replace us with the things/That do the job better
from Huarache Lights lyrics by Hot Chip
HC are back with a track that surprises (for the better) if you were expecting their occasionally nerd-ironic hipster-house. This one’s a loosely funky dance track with eerie round synth stabs propelling both themes of how it feels to kill it on the floor as well as DJs replacing artists; [LISTEN].
