Having improbably won the love of the Hed Kandi honeys, Alexis Taylor and his Hot Chip boffins could have been forgiven for playing it safe and knocking out another dozen party anthems.
The appeal of Hot Chip remains, for me, one of modern pop's more unfathomable mysteries, their particular strand of electronic music lacking the grace of Kraftwerk, the bluff homeliness of the original 1980s electropop outfits, and the questing self-possession of Aphex Twin – indeed, virtually all of the more positive, engaging possibilities furnished by the synthesiser.
The young London four-piece with the small name have a similarly minimalist sound. But, says Chris Mugan, after a critically acclaimed album, they are a double-A prospect
So nu-rave was a bit of a non-event in the end, wasn't it? It's been a few months since the genre that spawned a thousand luminous T-shirts seemingly dissolved in a Hadouken!-shaped mess on the floor and, other than a pair of broken white Ray Bans, what have we to show for it?