Sofi Tukker Wet Tennis Review: An Exuberant Celebration of Love and Globalism

Wet Tennis stages a 35-minute dance party that’s tempered, as well as bolstered, by notes of reflective melancholy.

Sofi Tukker, Wet Tennis
Photo: Elizabeth Miranda

Electronic-pop duo Sophie Hawley-Weld and Tucker Halpern, a.k.a. Sofi Tukker, have made a name for themselves by drawing from some of the most far-reaching sounds and influences in dance music. Their hook-packed 2018 debut studio album, Treehouse, is infused with tropicália and house, and strewn with ukuleles and stuttering percussion, and their follow-up, Wet Tennis, continues in this tradition.

The album’s ecstatic, hilarious title track (replete with choice double entendres) features a GRiZ-esque brass section, as well as two consecutive breakdowns—one that strips the song back to just Hawley-Weld’s voice and an acoustic guitar, and another that gradually ramps up to a wall of sound. Similarly, the opening track, “Kakee,” showcases Sofi Tukker’s appetite for varied textures, with rattling cowbells, western-tinged guitars, and a furious kick drum.

Songs like “Kakee” continue the duo’s collaboration with Brazilian poet Chacal, who helped craft lyrics in Portuguese on a few of the album’s cuts. The magnanimous charm of both the vocals and arrangements—Hawley-Weld and Halpern work the boards and play a variety of instruments—makes their hodgepodge of sonic sources come off naturally.

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In another of the album’s pure blasts of serotonin, the propulsive “Larry Bird” incorporates an addictive combination of woodwinds and steel drum for a joyous bit of club fodder. It’s also a song that’s indicative of what sets Sofi Tukker apart from their peers. While other EDM artists wield pop-cultural references as empty signifiers, Hawley-Weld and Halpern make them sneakily personal. Halpern was a division one basketball player and his father lends vocals to a mid-song interlude imitating a commentator/hype man for Larry Bird. This intimate wrinkle, combined with the track’s frothy, goofball energy, elevate what could’ve been a flimsy joke.

The standout “Original Sin,” which centers on two people connecting over being damaged goods, features an oddly moving and wistful vocal from Hawley-Weld that conjures a discomfiting brokenness even amid the throbbing bass and brisk hi-hats. Elsewhere, “Sun Came Up” is a house thumper whose minor-key guitar licks and haunted vocals, with Hawley-Weld singing at a much slower pace than the song’s meter and Tucker intoning in pitch-shifted back-up, suggest that the partying until dawn described by the lyrics has taken its toll. The song feels at once kinetic and depleted—and, miraculously, it works.

Wet Tennis stages a 35-minute dance party that’s tempered, as well as bolstered, by notes of reflective melancholy. The album is predominantly ebullient in spirit, though, and it all comes to a head on “Mon Cheri,” a bona fide floor filler featuring the incomparable Amadou & Mariam. The septuagenarian pair, longtime purveyors of Afro-blues, lend their vivacious vocals and nimble guitar-playing to the track, trading verses with Hawley-Weld and urged along by a metronomic beat. It’s as representative a creation as you’ll find on Wet Tennis: a celebration of globalism, love, and exuberance flowing from a wellspring of sources.

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 Label: Ultra  Release Date: April 29, 2022  Buy: Amazon

Charles Lyons-Burt

Charles Lyons-Burt covers the government contracting industry by day and culture by night. His writing has also appeared in Spectrum Culture, In Review Online, and Battleship Pretension.

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