There’s a lot of things to not like about The Ting Tings. The singer lady’s hair. The singer man’s mouth. The way her vocals are mixed too high. The way his vocals are mixed too low. The way I swear she’s saying “Are you calling me darling? Are you calling me Burt?” The way their new single, That’s Not My Name, recalls so many other things that I can’t find a single thing about them that’s remotely original–from the three-note Beth Ditto homage before the chorus to the way the way the guy’s part sounds like the male backing vocals in Belinda Carlisle’s cover of I Feel Free. I mean, do you really want to be known as this year’s Dragonette? (nb: I really like Dragonette. But still.)
That said, That’s Not My Name has been playing basically non-stop in my car for the past four days.
Maybe because it reminds me so much of Dani Siciliano’s Walk The Line, which is one of my very favorite songs of the past five years. Or maybe because the singer lady sounds like she should be in Sugababes or something. Anyway. The video is terrible, and I’m disappointed in the video edit of the song (which shaves a minute and a half off the length and adds goofy and even louder girl vocals at the end.)
mp3: The Ting Tings, That’s Not My Name
