One More Time Without Feeling: The Pet Shop Boys’ Hotspot

Hotspot, the new album by the Pet Shop Boys, still clings to the utopian promise of the dancefloor, but the battleground has shifted, finds Canada Choate

Photo credit: Phil Fisk

The Pet Shop Boys have exited the United Kingdom. Hotspot, the duoโ€™s third consecutive record produced by Stuart Price, finds Chris Lowe and Neil Tennant holed up in Berlin and dreaming of still greener โ€“ if imaginary โ€“ pastures (the record was largely recorded at the cityโ€™s Hansa Studios, a space theyโ€™ve used for the last ten years or so).

On opening track โ€˜Will O The Wispโ€™, with its synth-heavy, oscillating opening redolent of Madonnaโ€™s โ€˜Hung Upโ€™ โ€“ itself a Price production directly inspired by Loweโ€™s vacillating, jumped-up take on early disco โ€“ Tennant observes a โ€œfree spiritโ€ in a โ€œbattered leather capโ€ who must be โ€œgetting boredโ€ climbing off of a train in clubland โ€œin search of love and laughter.โ€ The will-oโ€™-the-wisp in question could be seen as an embodied desire, on the part of Tennant and Lowe, to return to the state of grace afforded by the dance floor.

Indeed, โ€˜Dreamlandโ€™, the recordโ€™s almost criminally poppy lead single featuring British synth-pop act Years & Years, eulogizes the โ€œfree landโ€ of the unconscious, where โ€œyou donโ€™t need a visa / you can come and go and stay right here.โ€ โ€œIโ€™m so tired of my homeland,โ€ sings Tennant, dancing around the Brexit issue in a veiled manner less ironic, as is his lyrical propensity, than it is underdeveloped. Running away to Germany or drifting off to sleep are temporary measures in the face of a dismal political situation that has endured since their self-diagnosed โ€œimperial phaseโ€ of the late eighties.

โ€˜Happy Peopleโ€™, the third track, deepens the theme of disconnect between the personal and the political. โ€œHappy people living in a sad worldโ€ loops over rave keyboards punctuated by spoken verses celebrating moments that boost the spirit when โ€œthe world gets in the wayโ€ โ€“ the triumphant feeling at the end of a summerโ€™s day, falling in love in the suburbs, the thrill of the hi-hat, you know the clichรฉs as well as I. โ€˜I Donโ€™t Wannaโ€™ narrates the story of a forlorn and isolated man, โ€œa guy so shy he doesnโ€™t feel that he has any sex appealโ€ โ€“ย an incel? โ€“ who overcomes his reluctance, โ€œsummons up the energy,โ€ and goes out dancing. Mark Fisher, writing in 2013 about the secret sadness behind contemporary dance music, echoes my skepticism: โ€œItโ€™s hard not to hear these recordsโ€™ demands that we enjoy ourselves as thin attempts to distract from a depression that they can only mask, never dissipate.โ€

โ€˜Monkey Businessโ€™, a song featuring a digitised vocal that would sound at home on Daft Punkโ€™s โ€˜One More Timeโ€™, whose throbbing bassline and string section punctuation Price seemingly airlifted from a Chic composition, is Hotspotโ€™s danciest number as well as its weakest conceptually, with none of the Boysโ€™ trademark ambivalence. Instead, Tennant reaffirms what he has already admitted: โ€œIโ€™m not dealing with the real world any more.โ€ One is reminded of the 2018 New York Times story about Erik Hagerman, โ€˜The Man Who Knew Too Littleโ€™, who swore off of reading the news after the election of Donald Trump. But even the compromised Times admits that โ€œliving a liberal fantasy is complicated,โ€ a sentiment all but absent from Hotspot.

Lest we take them too literally, the slowed-down, acoustic guitar number โ€˜Burning the Heatherโ€™ attempts a classic Pet Shop Boys narrative inversion, opening with the lines: โ€œYouโ€™ve got me all wrong / Iโ€™m not that guy / Iโ€™m just the singer of the song in my mindโ€™s eye.โ€ Tennant can hide behind the author function as much as he likes, but I simply donโ€™t believe him. Nearly every song on Hotspot communicates a desire central to the duoโ€™s oeuvre: to get away from contemporary life by hitting the club.

Much well-deserved ink has been spilled over the Pet Shop Boysโ€™ nineties embrace of pre-AIDS gay culture in the face of the epidemic; intelligent critics read 1994โ€™s Very as a celebration of โ€œthe club scene as an almost utopian domain of consensual choice and pleasure,โ€ to cite Simon Watney. A decade and a half later, the morality police have put down their weapons; the battlefield is no longer the dance floor but the border.

Hotspot concludes with โ€˜Wedding in Berlinโ€™, an assimilationist anthem set to four-on-the-floor hi-hats and a repeated snippet of Wagnerโ€™s Bridal Chorus: โ€œWeโ€™re getting married / a lot of people do it / doesnโ€™t matter if youโ€™re straight or gay.โ€ While Very contained a remake of the Village Peopleโ€™s gay classic โ€˜Go Westโ€™, Hotspot is content with an uninspired reimagining of a heterosexual standard.

Lowe and Tennant have always been romantics, ironic or otherwise. Hotspot retreats further into the domain of dreams โ€“ the worlds mutually created and sustained by couples both straight and gay โ€“ and in so doing backs away from the harsh reality Tenant and Lowe share with their countrymen.


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