Party Photographers, “David Carradine Is Dead.”
Last night, I DJ’ed at the Sugartown ninth anniversary and summarily caught the openers. I wasn’t expecting to be blown away, but I totally was, and it wound up being the kind of moment that reaffirmed by I still make the hassle of trekking out to shows.
I’m a sucker for the nu-lo-fi trend, and I cannot help it. Throw as much reverb as one humanly can on the vocals, run the guitar through a fuzz pedal, and let the lousy drumming commence. I’m all for it. Party Photographers don’t stray from the formula at all in that regard. While this song certainly doesn’t necessarily showcase Elizabeth’s Ian-Curtis-with-boobs brooding croon in their full bummer glory, musically it’s a relentless, pummeled drum affair punctuated by airy oooooh’s. That’s enough to crawl into a small crevice in my brain and stay there.
Maybe my judgment is being clouded by the fact that they were all about my DJ set (I’ve never seen anyone look so overjoyed at the Primitives, and that makes me glow), but you know what? Nothing wrong with that. The guitarist told me they are recording/have recorded a 7”, and I am looking forward to busting it out at future dance parties.
