Although everyone was waiting for Hot Hot Heat to deliver the definitive post-punk album of twitchy synth-stoked dance jams, for some reason they've decided to ease off their attack. With the tellingly named Elevator, they've come up with a puzzling collection of sensitive soft rock numbers and frightfully twee Squeeze-style power pop ditties that go plinkity-plink-plink - perfectly suited to elevator programming. Could it be that Seymour Stein wanted a new Paley Brothers so badly that Hot Hot Heat had to take one for the team? In any case, this blows AC chunks. No jokes - fact.