It's no news flash to note that Hot Chip's The Warning album is one of those Thriller/Hysteria/Purple Rain-style classics, where every track is nothing but net. Which is why I wouldn't normally try to extract one for my purposes here. So imagine my surprise as I sat relaxing with a nice glass of Elijah Craig in a Catksills living room after a long week and long drive and this track came to the forefront to put the soothe all over me. Weird lyrical violence notwithstanding, it's tender, somber butter. And the little keyboard solo follows the whiskey right down your throat.
Hot Chip - The Warning
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