DEFINITION OF COOL: Hot Bodies In Motion
Go to iTunes, cdbaby, bc bandcamp, Seattle fucking Washington and purchase ‘Hot Bodies In Motion’s’ debut album ‘Old Habits’. They will copulate with your hearing and after they’ve obtained carnal knowledge of your ears, that’s when they’ll actually begin to court, seduce, and bed your soul.
Smashing and punching through the first two tracks it nails you down with ‘Gout’ and perfectly paces through ‘Whiskey Drive’ and ‘15-8.’ ‘Pleasure Buffet’ clearly has a Billie Jean Jackson feel with a ‘Texas Flood’ Vaughn fondle, maybe some “Sweet Tea” Burnside with a hint of young Lang … who knows. Out of the dozen or so times I listened to the album I pretended to be a wine connoisseur and find myself smelling, sipping and washing the music around searching for the right flavors that made their music so fucking good. The album plays like a mix tape you’d give a girl to impress as if you were a tuneful aesthete in hopes that you’ll be able to shag her. The album also has a strong presence despite the undeveloped band sifting through their favored genres; and that could be the only criticism, if I’m to be honest and unmerciful, I could find in the debut album.
It bangs from ‘Old Habits’ and holds you till ‘Wanchu’ let’s you go and just like a good list of tracks, it leaves you wanting more. But luckily they’re seems to be a tour coming soon. So keep your ear to the rail, Hot Bodies In Motion are coming like a freight train, so get on it.
