Hurray, finally a real spectacle again, a chunk of pop that you can love frantically and pointlessly. Praise has stopped for weeks and months The Last Dinner Party on all the hedges and apple trees, reading the comments feverishly typed after midnight. Sniff the morning breeze of the sweat of excitement that it is currently triggering in so many long-suffering, crisis-weakened music fans. This formation that seems less a rock band than a moderate tectonic plate shift.
Debut of “The Last Dinner Party”: Your Highnesses – Culture
