Album Review: Gay Paris - The Last Good Party

24 April 2013 | 10:08 am | Adam Wilding

It’s hard not to wonder if the band aren’t actually taking the piss and are in fact trying to conquer the world, one fat riff at a time. Brilliant.

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The sleaziness has returned and the balls are back out with Gay Paris' new long player delivering the good old-fashioned chunky riffs and sweaty burlesque we have come to expect. The inner-Sydney quartet, who gave us songs with track titles such as My First Wife? She Was A Fox Queen! have applied a similar formula to the one they used on the impressive 2011 release The Skeleton's Problematic Granddaughter, with more rock and more ridiculously over-the-top-moments than the Sylvester Stallone movie of the same name. Theatrics and bodily juices aside, the band have honed their skills over the years too, and here demonstrate even more their exceptional talents as musicians and pioneers of whatever genre they have invented. One thing is certain, though – this band likes to party hard.

Anyone that's seen the group live knows there was always a skinny, hairy, white rapper within vocalist Luke Monks just screaming to come out, and so it would seem his time has come with the track Trash Bird At Confessional, mashing scream, cock-rock and rap into something that is not a party song but an actual party by itself. In fact, all the songs on the album – reportedly made on a shoe-string budget of about $6K – aim for 'epic'. Check out Ghost Of Umbra and if you're not smashing your head in time with the riff within five seconds, I'll eat my keyboard. You can expect more metal riffs, more underlying blues, more growling and sex then you could throw a packet of condoms at, plus, as the album title suggests, a damn good time. It's hard not to wonder if the band aren't actually taking the piss and are in fact trying to conquer the world, one fat riff at a time. Brilliant.