“You were meant to keep us safe, and sit tall upon the landscape.”
Hot Club de Paris is a band that I never would, nor ever could, take my eyes off of. They are doubtless one of my favorite bands. I’ve followed them closely (see past post) for the better part of 3 or 4 years now, starting with their decidedly tongue in cheek demo “sometimesitsbetternottostick…” and the debut that followed, Drop It Till It Pops, back in 2006. Their second studio album, which is inexplicably called Live at Dead Lake, is fraught with the same haphazard guitar work and Liverpublian charm as its predecessor. Interestingly enough, the band derives influence from American greats from the post-punk underbelly such as Cap’n Jazz and Owls, but in addition wield their own British sine qua non that makes them ever more enjoyable.