We Are Shining's Hot Love: this week’s best new track

http://www.theguardian.com/music/2014/sep/05/hot-love-we-are-shining-this-weeks-new-tracks

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We Are Shining Hot Love (Marathon)

At the risk of sounding like Danny Dyer during a late night show on Debden FM, there’s no fucking about with this one, you lowlife thrupenny bit, get your norks out, I hate women. Hot Love begins like a seizure, all psychedelic guitars and febrile gospel vocals begging and pleading for human contact, like Danny Dyer in the queue for Chiltern Firehouse. Created by a London duo who’ve been in the studio with Kanye, this track is like a lost soul classic, raised from the dead and unleashed to terrorise the mediocracy with a rampant erection.

Hamilton Leithauser I Don’t Need Anyone (Ribbon Music)

If you told me when I was a child I’d grow up to spend 80% of my day alone, staring at a screen as other lonely souls with awful opinions interact with one another on the internet, I’d have said, “What’s the internet?”, because my dad didn’t install a modem until 2001. Then I’d feel unhappy. Leithauser, away from former band the Walkmen, spends this song convincing himself that an aloof existence is manageable; but a voice as resplendent as his engulfs all sense of misery anyway. Alone with Leithauser: a new fragrance for men.

Bondax All I See (Relentless)

Sugary 90s nostalgia, generic club vocals – teen summer holiday anthem alert! Well, not if your holidays were spent in a small village on the Black Isle peninsula inhabited by one dog and seven humans, three of whom are dead as yet unfound. Actually while I’m here, if your name’s Rob Maxey and you were there during the mid-90s, please get in touch, we should probably talk about “Project Three” (those three murders we did).

Coldplay True Love (Parlophone)

It says Coldplay on the tin, but like most of last album Ghost Stories, I imagine True Love is a product of a secret late-night recording session whereby our singer sat on the bathroom floor of his rented flat with one eye on Garageband and the other on Gwyneth, who is in fact a bottle of TRESemmé with toothpaste eyes. “What’s that sound in there, Chris?” housemate Tim Lovejoy asks, ear pressed against the cottage white woodgrain doorframe. “Nothing mate, down in a sec.” The music may be glossily artificial, but ultimately it’s Coldplay, and this is the greatest break-up song I’ve ever heard.

Afrojack Feat Snoop Dogg Dynamite (Island)

The name Snoop rings a bell, but you’re not so clued up on Afrojack, am I right? Well it’s simple: he’s Pitbull’s child. There was no mother involved in the birth. Just a simple unshelling, like a Russian doll with a goatee. This cheap trap-trance track, with its elasticated beats and lazy lyrics, is pure escapist, spring break bollocks. And if you want some more of that, then just tune into Danny Dyer’s brand-new show on Debden FM, every Sunday at 4.30am.