Hottub

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Once upon a time, the Sparkle Motion Machine was orbiting the earth, and in it were the beautiful Co-Co, LoLi Pop, and Ambr33zy. While the three freaks of nature were seducing each other with their stank and sinful vocal harmonies, a space craft from the future called the Bass Station 5000 collided violently into the ladies’ Sparkle Motion Machine. On the control decks of the Bass Station 5000 was super-producer Jay-Sonic and world class gigolo Funky Finger Mark devising their masterplan to rule the universe with the Oakland Bump. The result of this fortunate collision was nothing less than perfect. Ladies and gentlemen, the birth of HOTTUB!

“The Bay Area’s premier party starters, this trio of spandex-clad ladies bump and grind over hip-hop beats while spewing zany, racy rhymes like ‘When I was sixteen/ Lost my cherry to a boy named Barry/ Shot me with his gun like Dirty Harry.’” (Details Magazine)

“They’re three really outrageous girls, kind of like Beth Ditto characters with spandex and disco balls on their heads. They sound like the Beastie Boys but with pop songs. It’s really bizarre, but they’re great performers.” (Katie White of The Ting Tings)

“Sometimes you only need four cuts to know you’ve stumbled upon serious fucking talent. The real deal has a way of slapping you around that leaves red handprints and unmistakable bruises all over. Oh, it can be a more genteel experience with singer-songwriter types but Oakland’s Hottub are a ‘ride ‘em hard and put ‘em away wet’ sorta thang. Bubbling over with the energy of early Beastie Boys given flowing, heated feminist whomp, their debut EP, On Blast! (Le Heat), is top tier beat science that’s more fun than a Crisco coated group grope.

This is party-starting dynamite packed by three extremely talented female MCs and two crushingly gifted fellas who craft the banging musical settings. Anthemic without being dumb, every cut is a shouter waiting for a room full of sweaty, lubricated people to chime along, though you’ll likely find yourself spinning around your living room with undignified abandon if this is playing. Hottub draw energy from quality ancestors – The Selector, B-52s, Schooly D, MC Lyte, Beasties – but given contemporary sharpness and dirty mouthed savoir faire. Co-Co Machete, Loli Pop, Ambr33zy, Jay-Sonic and Funky Finger have Parliament-ary potential, i.e. funk superheroes waiting to happen. I have ZERO doubt that Hottub could handle riding dolphins in fur cowboy outfits or landing a Mothership over undulating hordes. Some folks roll like that. The rest of us have only to raise our hands in the air and shout, ‘HOT-TUB!’ Do yourself a favor and pop over to their MySpace page and bop around to ‘M.A.N.B.I.T.C.H.’, ’1-2-3-Go!’ and ‘Superfriction’ to fall in love with Spanish Fly quickness. Now, the impatient wait for their full-length debut begins. Mark my words, it’s gonna be a freakin’ corker and a half.” (JamBase)