Music
Simian Mobile Disco: 'Hustler'
Released on Monday, Nov 26 2007
Published Wednesday, Nov 21 2007, 12:22 GMT | By Nick Levine | 1 comment
When your single's original video features a game of Chinese whispers devolving into a girl-on-girl snogathon, wherever you go for the re-release? Electro duo Simian Mobile Disco are smart cookies – one of them produced the Klaxons album, you know – and have wisely decided to make version 2.0 of the 'Hustler' promo even more titillatingly trashy. Cue a group of bikini-clad lovelies covering themselves in gloopy food products – cream, milk, tomato ketchup, err... Spaghetti Bolognese – before they morph into monsters. Nuts TV viewers are lapping it up. Or, at least, wanting to.
Fortunately, 'Hustler' is enough of a tune to justify these undeniably crass shock tactics. A catchy, glitchy, Salt-N-Pepa-referencing squelch-fest, it's made memorable by a deliciously lascivious vocal from NYC singer-songwriter Char Johnson. "Gotta have the sticky hands when your ass is broke like me," she purrs. "Go to that record store, steal some records man." It's not unlikely that the lyrics are a sly dig at the illegal file-sharing contingent, but, let's be honest, most of them will be too busy ogling those milky breasts to notice.

Fortunately, 'Hustler' is enough of a tune to justify these undeniably crass shock tactics. A catchy, glitchy, Salt-N-Pepa-referencing squelch-fest, it's made memorable by a deliciously lascivious vocal from NYC singer-songwriter Char Johnson. "Gotta have the sticky hands when your ass is broke like me," she purrs. "Go to that record store, steal some records man." It's not unlikely that the lyrics are a sly dig at the illegal file-sharing contingent, but, let's be honest, most of them will be too busy ogling those milky breasts to notice.

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