So they’re named after their ride cymbal?

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W.B. Swygart: Who exactly did the Ting Tings piss off? No, not you, dear reader, I’m talking about people who matter; the sort that ensure every Charlie Simpson-related product ends up on the Radio 1 playlist, or think Paloma Faith is a suitable artist to do the big closing number at the Brit Awards, or reckons the most popular guitar band in Britain is the Wombats. It’s becoming really easy to forget just how big the Ting Tings were a few years ago; they had an actual number one single. They really did. And this… this is quite a lot of fun, really. Boisterous, noisy, reasonable chorus, like a less nobby Sleigh Bells, or the Red Hot Chili Peppers if they’d never discovered acoustic guitars or poetry or existing. It gets in, it bounces, it gets out again. Good stuff.
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Brad Shoup: Lumbering funk, low-difficulty flow, dumb puns: the Ting Tings seem to be trying out for the Chili Peppers’ farm team. I’d imagine this song’s proper setting is on a jog: the reptile brain absorbs the suggestions of RHCP, Nirvana, and the Beastie Boys while leaving the text undigested.
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Hazel Robinson: I want this to be great. It’s got flashes of awesome gang vocals in the chorus, a cheerleader stomp and a dirty great guitar riff, but the rhythm of the verses is too close to the man from mars stopped eating cars and eating bars, and I inwardly cringe a little. However, there is definitely a two-drink limbo bar under which, once I had passed, there would be absolutely no force capable of preventing me hitting the dancefloor to this.
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Jonathan Bogart: The video wants to set them up as heirs to the Liquid Liquid/ESG school of giddy urban funk meets cheerleader chants, and it almost pulls it off. But then they try to be stylish where they should be most garish and bratty. It’s a major stumble, but the result is still the only Ting Tings song I’ve ever liked.
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Katherine St Asaph: Ting Tings v1.0 (v1.1 was scrapped as too-Little Boots), guitars and vocals in a bassless brat-off. Shut up and let me be surprisingly OK with this.
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Pete Baran: I like to think of the members of the Ting Tings as Ting and Tings, where Ting is the blonde one that stands up and Tings is the one sitting down. In their downtime, Ting and Tings have spent much time soul searching and developing their musical style to the extent that “Hang It Up” could be by a completely different band. Not really — it sounds like a confident if unremarkable cut of the previous album and the only development is that Tings now sings the middle eight. Robust, repetitive, it will be lapped up by the fans, if they still have any.
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