Songkick

Last night I went to the Hoxton Bar and Grill to see the Ting Tings. I know, I know, I’m late to the game, and they’ve already blown up and out for those who know, but so what.

This month I heard “That’s Not My Name” and got totally addicted. I have no idea why this Drowned in Sound reviewer gets so angryabout it! It is what it is. It’s not a new branch of philosophy, it’s just really fantastic pop. And I don’t think it’s same as the commercially churned-out superpop of the ’90s because they’re not the polished puppets of a marketing machine. This is abundantly clear if you see them perform. Despite their infectious melodies, their performance is kind of ragtag in a really heartfelt way. Katie sings in an endearing shouty, pouty voice as Jules bangs the drums and sings back-up vocals.

My camera sucks, so forgive the bad photos.

“If you close your eyes, you can feel Jesus in your heart.”

She bangs the drums. Ar har har.

Ting Tings – That’s Not My Name