Hiem : Chelsea

If The Streets came from Sheffield...

Now, let’s head north to Sheffield, centre of the Northern Electronic scene, where the synths are grimey and the tone is sardonic. Quite the party outfit when they put their mind to it, Hiem’s debut single is, instead, a drily funny kitchen sink drama, wherein Nick Hiem recalls being bullied, years ago, by this girl he fancied called Chelsea and her rough mate Donna, who wore [I]”tight leggings, that made her legs look like tree trunks”[/I]. Like Cabaret Voltaire collaborating with Mike Skinner, or John Cooper Clarke fronting Fat Truckers, it’s a sociopolitical snapshot of northern British life as canny as anything directed by Ken Loach and as happy/sad as a ‘Royle Family’ Christmas. Moreover, it’s a distillation of teenage angst of far more relevance to your life than, for argument’s sake, Korn. There’s 1,000 copies out there, get ‘em while they’re hot. Altogether now: [I]”Thank fuck I didn’t marry that Chelsea.”[/I]

Tony Naylor

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