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Chin Chin
Chin Chin
Definitive Jux
Make all the big collar jokes you want. Falsetto away in mock Barry Gibb fashion. Mime doing lines of coke off your dance partner's back in the middle of the dancefloor. Say whatever you like about disco music, but you have to admit one thing: It's tons of fun to dance to. While some contemporary bands have approximated the genre's sonics, their attempts have merely registered as references that bordered on the archeological. Nobody has been able to capture the spirit of the dance—the unadulterated joy of the groove. That is, until now. New York's Chin Chin, a core band of three—but really a multi-member collective that includes trombonists, saxophonists and percussionists—isn't interested in tipping their hats to disco, they're interested in throwing their hats onto the dancefloor and having a go. And what a go it is. Chin Chin is an exuberant blast of disco, libidinous '70s funk and horny R&B. "Miami" is a swaggering dose of disco, cast as what it should be: big night music for big night lovers; "Hey Hey" is smooth and danceable and "Where Is My Time" uses its percussive leads to establish the beat of what is by far one of the sexiest songs of the year. Later, "Ohio" is an organ-soaked shakedown; "Mr. Sexy Boy" is straight up rhythmic soul and the slow jam of "Let Petit Mort" finds singer Wilder Zoby admitting, "You make me come quick/Can't seem to give you what you need." That's pretty frank, but satisfaction should be no problem here.
—Alex Green
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