The Nude Party – Hot Tub (2016)

The Nude Party from Boone, North Carolina, my fave new band, are to the East Coast what the Allah Las are to the West Coast. But is their new release Hot Tub (Crystal Pistol Records) an eight-song EP or is it a mini-album? I’ll let you decide, gentle readers. After all, Forbidden Fruits, their debut release, also contained eight tunes when it was released back in 2014.

Once again, the Nude Party uses a ’60s garage rock sound similar to what you’d hear on any of the Pebbles LPs to great effect on all of their songs. The feral vocal and music of “One More Mile” gives credence to the wildness of their music. I can tell these boys love to par-tay and have a good time, all of the time. Both sides of their new seven-inch single, including the ultra-catchy chugging Kinks/frat rock-like “Time To Go” are here, along with the Bo Diddley/”Willie and the Hand Jive”-esque b-side, “Life’s a Joke.” The fab “Gonna Be Your Man” is a welcome change of pace, with its burning, Velvet Underground-influenced groove. Imagine a slowed-down “Son of I’m Waiting for My Man,” but with them walking through the desert instead on the streets of NYC.

For the Nude Party, there’s an eternal search for the house of wisdom with reverb. Garage a-go go infects the cool mid-tempo groovin’ vibe of “Waiting for My Pistol,” while “Wild Coyote” is a crazy live version of an organ-driven and surf guitar mostly instrumental. There are some obscured vocals in the background, but with lots of funny howling from all involved. (The Nude Party’s debut included a studio version of this tune.)

“Stingray” is the lone instrumental and it’s a fine mid-tempo one at that comes with some tasteful organ surging to the forefront. Another thing to take away from the Nude Party is the exciting atmosphere which they create with their music. Last but not least, the undeniable winner on Hot Tub is the rockin’ “Poor Boy Blues.” Infectious and undeniable, it draws you onto their runaway bus of fun. If the Nude Party speeds through your town soon, hop aboard.

Steve Elliott

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