Hot Hot Heat Elevator Going Up 

There’s no arguing that the rock’n’roll fame machine is inherently flawed, but Hot Hot Heat should serve as a minor beacon of hope, proving that legitimate rock success can be had by artists who aren’t completely manufactured. Somewhere in the seemingly unbroken chain of bands who are randomly handed careers by major labels (I hate to keep doing this to you, Killers, I’m looking disapprovingly in your direction once again), Vancouver’s Hot Hot Heat have managed to rise up through the ranks from self-released albums to a successful stint on Sub Pop and finally to this, their Sire debut. Sure they look good and have fancy hair, but the key to this equation is the songwriting, and anyone who’s heard the album’s infectious lead single, ‘Goodnight Goodnight,, will attest that these boys deserve whatever acclaim is headed their way. There’s a woozy similarity to the glory days of Blur throughout the record’s onslaught of fuzzy upbeat new wave rockers, the majority of which clock in at a user-friendly three minutes or less. It’s difficult not to imagine the shit eating grin on an A&R man’s face when hearing songs like ‘Island Of the Honest Man’ or ‘Ladies and Gentlemen’; virtually every track on this disc has the potential to get played to death by your local Clear Channel affiliate, and if there’s any justice, you’ll be sick of hearing about this band a few months from now.                 Peter D’Angelo


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