Funeral Party - 'Just Because'
Well this is, to quote a Rock Dad cliche, just a massive racket, isn't it? Half the time he's just screaming, there's not much in the way of a proper tune, and what tune there is, you can't really whistle. That's always the sign of proper quality in a song, a tune you can whistle, and maybe play the spoons along to. Stop huffing, you used to love it when I played the spoons!
I mean, yes, you can tell they're trying, and at least they've got proper guitars. You can't deny they really mean it, not like most of that pop rubbish you hear on the radio. All that Drizzly Rapscallion and Dustbin Beaver, that's just childish. But what are they shouting about? You can barely make out the words! He could be singing about tight shoes for all we know. Is that what rock 'n' roll has come to? Tsk! You kids don't know you're born!
Here, let's put some AC/DC on. That's much better.
(Here's the video. It's like the One Night Only video, only less magicky)
Sorry, don't know what came over me there.
I guess the thing is, Rock Dad is quite right, this is a racket. It's a thrilling racket though.
Musical references fly past - it starts with an At The Drive In squonking blatterbeat 'n' huffscream thing, which resolves into something which is half Strokes tinkly ramalam, half Killers bulging steroidal gloss - and it's all played with total fury and conviction, and screaming.
These are all empirically Good Things. And when they kick the dynamics into gear, and swoop up from the ticky, considered verses into the flip-top head chorus, well it's a giddy thrill indeed. The fact that among all of these cool reference points lies a slightly stunned Pigeon Detective, holding a wing to its ears and wondering what all the shouting is about, should be neither here nor there.
As a dissonant rock noise, it's a hell of a pop song.
And of course, as a pop song, it's a hell of a noise.
Now, where's my Top Gear CD?
Dark Party says: "They truly are a great band live too."