I can’t get enough of the UK dance crew Hot Chip. I would consider dropping out of my MBA program to be one of their 24 hour party people (not accurate, but do wish that circa 1976 to 1992 I was cool and British).

Anyway, with so much digital music at my disposal, I admittedly get impatient listening through an entire song. I’d play something for like 5 seconds and think “next”. But I plugged through this one because it’s Hot Chip and I am loyal like that.

The contrast between the chorus and refrain is amazing. I picture a West Side Story dance club sequence featuring the goth kids and the earnest student council geeks. (Although read the Pitchfork review for way more detail and interpretation than my bizarro-awesome visual here.)