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This Canadian combo don't have the sort of dark edge that's helped sonically similar peers like the Killers and Franz Ferdinand slice through the chaff of punk, pop, and punk-pop, but they've got enough hooks and melodic savvy to sneak their way into listeners' hearts nonetheless. HHH have more in common with (early) Elvis Costello and Joe Jackson than the moodier aspects of first-wave new wave, and thanks to frontman Steve Bays's clever writing and yelping delivery, they're every bit as infectious as those forebears. On this, their first official major-label release, the quartet hightail it through 14 songs in under 40 minutes, alternately tossing off quirky rhythms (as on the manic, keyboard-driven "Running Out of Time") and puppy-dog-excitable guitar lines (most prominent on the harried "You Owe Me an I.O.U.") with equal ease. Bays spends most of his time airing romantic neuroses -- not that there's anything wrong with that -- but also finds a way to wax topical from time to time, most effectively on the slowly building "Soldier in a Box." The band don't linger too long in the land of political posturing, though, and with any luck -- a factor they haven't disregarded, considering the fact that they skip the unlucky 13 in numbering the disc's track listing -- Hot Hot Heat will be elevating moods for some time to come. David Sprague, Barnes & Noble