First LP for Matador since 1996 debut full-length Telephono, Spoon’s ninth album Hot Thoughts draws a pronounced line in the sand. Its sleek, dance-oriented patina veers appreciably from the linear evolution of the Austinites’ previous output. This might be Spoon’s most radio-friendly release ever, and given its jarring position in the catalog, their most adventurous. The untucked anxiety of Britt Daniel’s youthful persona gets upgraded to a tailored tension, his guitar playing assuming a specialized rather than dominant role in arrangements. Meanwhile, drummer Jim Eno’s metronomic beats get fully mechanized. These nods to late-night urbanity could have easily come off as ham-fisted hat modeling, but few bands get at a sound’s essence more meticulously than Spoon. That key constant keeps Hot Thoughts on point. Opening on a simmering pad of metallic strings, the title track kicks to life when Daniel lets out a Prince-like “Woo!” so unexpected you wonder if it surprised even him. Well-placed interpolations of Bob James hip-hop Mardi Gras bells and an INXS riff flesh out this party-starter. “WhisperI’lllistentohearit” begins with a Tangerine Dream synth pulse that abruptly shifts midstream to an intoxicating, bop-happy beat. Back-alley synth/sax creeper “Do I Have to Talk You Into It” slow rides through a jigsaw noir scene set against Eno’s steady, cruise control beat. Kick drum/handclap strut “Can I Sit Next to You” leads off side two with a pitch-shifted Bollywood hook before “I Ain’t the One” ushers in a more contemplative mood with a low-end Rhodes piano growl. “Shotgun” renovates the disco-rock structure of Kiss’ “I Was Made for Lovin’ You” with cleaner sight lines and a hometown name-check for Rock n Roll Rentals. Esoteric instrumental closer “Us” conjures the sleepy netherworld of walking home alone in a city of millions, an apt manner in which to end this 42-minute wild night. (Wed. 15, the Main, 1am; Thu. 16, the Main, 1am)

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Greg Beets was born in Lubbock on the day Richard Nixon was elected president. He has covered music for the Chronicle since 1992, writing about everyone from Roky Erickson to Yanni. Beets has also written for Billboard,Uncut, Blurt, Elmore, and Pop Culture Press. Before his digestive tract cried uncle, he co-published Hey! Hey! Buffet!, an award-winning fanzine about all-you-can-eat buffets.