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Hot Fuss is The Killers' debut album, released on June 7, 2004 on the Island label.
Don't be fooled by their retro threads and the the in their name: The Killers threaten to pry dance rock from the steely grip of hipsterdom and thrust it unrepentantly into the mainstream. The Rapture are artier, and Franz Ferdinand are more, well, Scottish, but this Las Vegas band has actual pop songs -- in spades. A nightclub anthem in the making, the acid-tongued "Somebody Told Me" blasts into outer space on a wave of synthesizers and singer Brandon Flowers' cheeky chorus: "Somebody told me you had a boyfriend/Who looked like a girlfriend/That I had in February of last year." "Jenny Was a Friend of Mine" comes on like classic Duran Duran, all snaking bass lines and Flowers' elegantly wasted vocals -- part ironic detachment, part fake-British-accent, part throat-shredding wail. This album is all Killers, no filler. - Rolling Stone
On their new album, Hot Fuss, The Killers come out sounding ready to take this subgenre to the next level, coming off as brash as Oasis did a decade ago. "Somebody Told me", the album's first single, is a perfect example of the band successfully meshing their pulsating, post punk sound with a huge, overblown, arena rock sound. The dance beat is still there, as are singer Brandon Flowers' mannered vocals, but David Keuning's overdubbed guitars roar, the rhythm section of bassist Mark Stoermer and drummer Ronnie Vannucci sound thunderous, there's that great disco-esque touch of "hoo-hoo-ooh" in the bridge, and the fantastic chorus, which is catchy as all get-out, and full of cheeky humor: "Somebody told me you had a boyfriend who looks like a girlfriend that I had in February of last year." - Pop Matters
Science: if you accept the principle of infinity (go with us here, because if you don't you're pretty much rubbishing every rule in the known universe from 'gravity' to 'people who wear scarves indoors being idiots') then, taken to its logical conclusion, every permutation of every possibility will eventually happen. So it was only a matter of time before the world of rock'n'roll threw up a band from Las Vegas (say it again - Las Vegas) who wished beyond wishes that they'd been born into the rain-soaked grudgery of 1980s British indie. To the point where the four members used to race each other to get the only two copies of this magazine that got stocked in Vegas. So let's not be under any illusions: The Killers are weird. - NME
But it's just the price I pay/Destiny is calling me/Open up my eager eyes/Cause I'm Mr. Brightside - Mr. Brightside