Hands

The Ting Tings were everywhere around 2008, that bratty electronic duo with That’s Not My Name on constant rotation. Hands came a couple years later, and it had that same propulsive synth-pop energy, all brightness and attitude. It was the kind of song that sounded perfect in a car with the windows down, made you want to drive somewhere pointless just to hear it again. They didn’t last long in the public eye—the novelty-hit machine always moves on—but for a moment they felt like what pop music could be if it let itself be a little bit weird and didn’t care if you thought it was cool.