Rod Liddle Rod Liddle

The Last Dinner Party are sadly rather good

This dislikeable band's first album, Prelude to Ecstasy, is pompous, precocious, clever and melodious

issue 09 March 2024

Grade: A-

There is something decidedly fishy about this convocation of terribly well-bred young ladies who became a kind of sensation two years ago, before they had even recorded a single song – and now have their first album at number one, a sell-out tour in the US and a Brit award. All a bit too good to be true. Do they write their own stuff? Are they music industry nepo-kids, like everybody claimed Clairo was?

For the first time, a glimmer of trouble afflicted them last week when a member of the five-piece band seemingly announced that people didn’t want to hear about the cost-of-living crisis. Cue outrage from the lefty music press. But don’t worry, they quickly released a statement ranting about living in a time of National Emergency, etc. Lots to dislike, then.

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