The Ting Tings

There’s something about The Ting Tings that just works for me. That electronic pop energy, the way they build these tracks that make you want to move even in an empty living room at two in the afternoon. I circled back to them recently, to that moment in the late 2000s when they seemed to be everywhere but still felt genuinely good. That combination is rare.

There’s a video from that era I’ve been thinking about. Just chaos. An apartment torn apart—Adidas Originals and bodies and mess everywhere, moving through it all like that’s the only way anything gets done. You can’t stage that kind of disorder, but when it happens, you want to somehow hold onto it. I’ve got this white wall in my living room that’s been blank for months. Too much space to ignore but nothing felt right for it. That video made me think: that’s it. That feeling right there.

The thing is, pulling it off would take a drink or two and a willingness to let something actually be chaos without planning it to death. That’s always the hard part, isn’t it. The commitment to mess in a space where everything else is so controlled.