SELECTED QUOTES
"Laptop succeeds not only because of its
exquisite production and punchy songwriting, but also because of the
tongue-in-cheek humor that underlies every cut. Hartman's emotional reflections
are so brazenly absurd, you can't help but chuckle at the earnestness and
razor-sharp wit with which they are delivered."
– CMJ
"Laptop
makes music with a refreshing amount of heart, soul and, most of all, cynicism,
recalling a time when "intelligent" didn't translate to
"boring" -- or sacrificing a groove."
– LA Weekly
“Laptop is the best band in NYC.”
– NY Press
“Hartman is up there with the very best lyrical craftsman.”
– The London Times
“Irresistibly marvelous… Remarkable and jaw dropping.”
– NME
“So heartbreakingly piquant are his lyrics and so tragicomically true his
world-view, you wonder how he can be an American… Mischievous, snarling New
York synth-pop genius Jesse Hartman, is one of the
few artists that the whole Time Out music section can agree on. We’re mad about
the boy.”
–Time Out London
"Hartman
is heartless, but he's also hilarious.”
– New York Newsday
“Rarely
has the sound of going nowhere fast been so satisfying.”
– NME
“It's
like “Sex In The City” for boys. Only better.”
– Time Out London
"Bitter,
bitchy and as witty as a younger computer-literate Woody Allen,
a 'Users Guide' to your 20's...Quietly brilliant."
– Q Magazine
"Imagine Leonard Cohen's I'm Your Man remixed by Devo -- Hartman, like
Cohen, possesses that rare and treasurable knack of writing genuinely funny
songs that are not novelty pop. This is because Hartman has a rarefied
understanding of the truth."
– The Independent, London
”Jesse Hartman`s (Laptop) wry, New-Wave-meets disco songs are a punky,
post-modern delight. gleeful, geeky and very, very chic.”
–Time Out London
"Hartman
has the semi-detached, cinematic-sociophobic world view of a Woody Allen
character… The 1964 Mick Jagger reincarnated as a computer nerd."
–The
Guardian
"Heavenly
pop."
–
Time Out New York
"Expect
a lot from this young American."
–
NME
"A super-ironised take on robo-glam and dolorous New York ennui, perfectly
capturing that revelatory time when some coked-up rockpig decided to integrate
`synths` into his schtick during an existential crisis at Studio 54."
–
NME