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Hot Club De Paris: Drop It ’Till It Pops
Liverpool trio mould pop out of everything but the kitchen sink
ineachotherforeachother’ bootlegs with Christina’s ‘Ain’t No Other Man’, you realise that Hot Club’s true raison d’être is to ram together as many far-flung genres into their Looney Tunes barbershop-pop as Xenomania’s most bonkers productions for Girls Aloud. With such a willingness to throw so much shit at the wall, not all of it sticks, but the really dazzling thing about Hot Club is that they manage all this with the boring old bass, drums and guitar set-up. When they decide which style they want to stick with, they could be unstoppable.
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