I’m going to run anyway.
Now I can’t run. They broke my legs.
it’s an olde show biz custom meaning “GOOD LUCK”
Hot Chip will trade you shifts. Then not show up.
Hot Chip will bum a smoke. And not say thanks.
hahaha
they couldn’t break a sweat
Hot Chip will borrow CDs, that they don’t return
Hot Chip will eat your food. And fuck your dog.
better than fucking your food and eating your dog, i guess
Hot Chip will let you buy the first round of beers. And then leave.
Hot Chip will drink your beers and piss off your balcony.
Hot Chip will shoot you in the face and call it a hunting accident.
Hot Chip will continue putting out records and taking your younger sibling’s money.
Hot Chip will sample the sound of your shattering kneecaps and release a critically acclaimed album.
to Bill Brasky!
unless you are a weakling, anyone could take these shitfaces on. god i hate hot chip.
the guy in black looks a bit tasty.
Hot Chip are the quintessential YSI? band.
Also, their name reminds me of nachos.
Hot Chip will muss your hair. And scuff your shoes.
God, Hot Chip are such assholes, aren’t they?
That being said, I rather enjoy “The Warning.” A bit burnt out on it at the moment, but I still found it to be a pretty enjoyable album.
hot chip and hot tuna are both playing bonnaroo. i’m hoping for confused-identity shenanigans.
I never get burned out on “Boy From School”.
WHOA.
i love how the guy on the left is pulling up his shirt ever so slightly, like ... “yeah, you’ve been waiting for this, but i’m going to do it so it looks like an accident.”
“but we haven’t been waiting for that. at all.”
“oh, haven’t you? i think you have.”
I used to have that same yellow Sony sports walkman. And I still love Hot Chip. I really like the ‘Booji Boy High’ side-project single they just put out a lot. It’s weirdy.