@ZackTeibloom ”I’d have to be in the hospital to miss a Gil Mantera show” @den_mom told me as she fought off a double ear with a beer before the midnight show at Emo’s. That’s dedication. Me? I actually bought a ticket.* Yes, it’s worth risking your health and deepest beliefs** to go to a Gil Mantera’s Party Dream show. A three piece like you’ve never seen. Unmatched sexual energy, ridiculous costumes where they start looking like ninjas and end up in thongs with girls groping licking their stomachs and throwing their bras at them. It’s a party dream all right.

I don’t care how heterosexual you are, there’s no denying the raw sexuality of Gil and the rest of the party dream.We saw Gil outside at Emo’s before the show as he sucked down a cigarette in a jean jacket with the collar up and spiky hair as @den_mom tried to restrain herself from jumping him. The next time we saw him he was in a ninja suit, jumping off brick walls, going off on his clear guitar and stripping down to a #23 Bulls thong.

But please don’t mistake them for a gimmicky band. They wail. Their voices are strong, whether they’re distorted through a t-painy filter or just singing their unique brand of electronic rock. It was crowded, but not too crowded, we danced a lot, but I wouldn’t call it a dance party. There’s too much to watch on stage to let  yourself get wrapped up in your dancing. Their

My only regret was they didn’t play “Bunz Therapy” which I’d been jamming on all week, but they closed with a raging sing-a-long “Buffalo Tears.” Here’s the best video of it I could find:

The Banter: I’m a gigantic fan of good banter and Gil Mantera brought it all night. He covered everything from the obvious (love to the town he’s in) to the absurd, bizarre and sexual.

The top three lines:

3. “Even Spiderman’s asshole has a last song.”

2. “My dick is going to end up in a strange place tonight.” (When given beer and shots)

1. “Bart Simpson and Bugs Bunny came over to my house and they brought a pack of cigarettes and a 6-pack of pudding cups. And they wouldn’t share any with me. So I never had them over again.” <–not an exact quote, but pretty damn close to what he said.

Gil Mantera Party Dream. Remember that name. See them. Even if you have to risk your health and beliefs to do it. Trust me on this one. Just don’t bring a girl unless you’re pretty sure she’s into you. She may be going for Gil when all’s said and done***.

*Having a leggy blonde on your side and wanting to support a small artist are good enough reasons to pay for a show. That said, I could have easily replicated the stamp with three strokes of a Sharpie. Also, she insisted on buying me four jack and cokes which definitely cost more than the ticket. Still a win.

**Festival Crashing is almost a religious experience for me. Paying for a ticket felt sacrilegious.

***Didn’t happen to me. Just sayin.’

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