Hot Chip, Holy Fuck

I was in college when Hot Chip's infectious “Over and Over” became an indie party staple and I promptly lost my shit when I saw them in a dingy rock club in Boston. Here’s the English synth-pop outfit 13 years later, touring on the strength of their seventh album, A Bath Full of Ecstasy (which lead singer Alexis Taylor swears is not a drug reference, more about the state of mind), that ably keeps up the slinky house and disco influence—a reminder the early aughts never died. Does Hot Chip’s longevity make them the 21st century’s answer to New Order (who, it should be noted, are still playing out)? We can probably expect to hear them again at the Showbox 3.0 in 2030.