Future Breeds

If you agree with Tony Soprano that "remember when?" is the lowest form of conversation, it hasn't been easy to talk about Hot Hot Heat's sojourn on Sire. That relationship worked out for nobody-- not the band, not the label, and certainly not their fans. Now, living in the shadow of a beloved debut is nothing new, and Make Up the Breakdown is doubly burdened by its P.O.V., since nailing the metropolitan jitters and elegant wastefulness of twentysomethings isn't easy to do twice (see also: Interpol, Strokes).

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