The blogosphere is in mad-love with this band, which makes sense, because they hail from the same stylistic roots of Cut Copy, Girl Talk, MGMT etc. etc. etc. What is with that? I'll admit, it's music that really compels you to groove, yet these bands somehow always lose their appeal for me after a few loud listens. Boo, you know I hate these short-lived relationships. But really, even if you are going to drive me crazy--it's Christmas, and your sweater on me looks utterly charming(?)
Oh, this biography is pretty charming(ly perfect) too:
"So like, get it out of your mind that this is yet another avant-retro scumbag project, some kind of 21st-century revival of that 80's electropop revival from the late 90's. No, no, that's not it at all. It's more like...well, remember when Peter Gabriel and Scritti Politti crashed your Christmas party sophomore year and did a set of Prince covers on your little cousin's toy piano? Do you remember how pure, how beautiful everything looked outside that night, the snowflakes caught in floodlight against the black of the sky? And that girl--what was her name--how gorgeous she looked in that weird white sweatshirt with all that fake sparkly stuff in her hair? It was NOW, right now, and there wasn't anything else but now. Yeah, that's it.
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But maybe, just maybe this is something like perfection--five jewelled tunes that catch the waves of joy shimmering up there on the future horizon. Euphoric but plaintive, sublime but wiggly, Chunk of Change gets to the truth of the matter about what we all want--love, release, goddamn snappy beats and swooningly gorgeous hooks. Gorgeous like the girl in the sweatshirt. Passion Pit is now, dude, and that's all there is."Passion Pit--Better Things
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