FUNERAL PARTY – NEW YORK CITY
I have to concede that against my better judgement I really fucking like this song. I know its full of reckless abandon and other such professional rock clichés but the bounce to it is pure and the thrills come astonishing and genuine. For a rare moment a new guitar band on a major label appears to have produced a song that genuinely rocks!
At the risk of having shoes thrown at me this song is how I would imagine a morphing of At The Drive-in with Nation Of Ulysses to sound. The chanting is there, the chops are there and, most important, the passion seems there. It’s a perpetual motion machine in the slickest manner possible.
As to what the song is actually about remains something of a mystery to me. It could equally be about disco dancing as some kind of east coast v west coast rivalry. However the rap wars this is not. And thus I have to concede that it is the mystery of the intent that causes me some slight doubt towards the act.
Ultimately though I just suspect that this band is too good looking and well adjusted to be for real, to maintain such an exciting flow of music and inhabit a special place in my heart that is driven by the need for things to be pure and credible, not necessarily done in the name of money grabbing and dollar.
For now I will indulge and enjoy this song but eventually it will be forgotten, dismissed long before the band gives birth to disappointment and breaks my heart. That makes sense, right?
This is already their funeral.
Thesaurus moment: pow.
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