Hot Club De Paris play a knowingly frenetic brand of post-post-hardcore with the occasional art rock twist, which sounds like Pavement played at 78. It’s a little short on tunes you can whistle – unless you can whistle at light speed – but if the relative placidity of the second Futureheads album left you feeling disappointed, Hot Club’s hopped-up autobahn-speed take on neo-punk will at least satisfy your adrenaline cravings. Also, if you listen to it on your iPod, it’s guaranteed to cut your journey to work by ten minutes.
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