The Last Dinner Party on Bandcamp.
The Last Dinner Party should have released this album a year ago when the Kate Bush revival still meant something. Prelude to Ecstasy is a great album title and deserves a better album. Have f-bombs ever sounded this boring? The Last Dinner Party feels right at home with the Saltburn soundtrack, which already feels like an impactful collection of meh-to-great songs that’ll turn into a cult classic that tells the story of late ’00s music better than the late ’00s ever could. Whether you think this is good or bad depends on if you think Barry Keoghan licking cum off a bathtub drain is edgy. I say no, but I also used to be a 19-year-old who just discovered John Cassavetes and the one great Yorgos Lanthimos film (Dogtooth; The Lobster is very good, almost great). The worst thing about “Nothing Matters” is that it sounds exactly like this Saltburn connection was intentional; like some major label executes screaming for a hip young group to cash in on NME googling “indie sleaze.” Everyone wants sleaze but no one wants to be sleazy.
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