Last Night: Gil Mantera's Party Dream at Hailey's
Better Than: Putting on your party dress and watching Skinemax …on weed!
If you are into M-anty Parades, wild M-antics and excellent synth-pop music, then Gil Mantera’s Party Dream is for you.
In the midst of an almost two-year touring schedule to support 2005’s LP Bloodsongs, the Party Dream has fine tuned its live performance to include half-naked push ups, leather, spandex, barefoot prancing, mild man-scaping and roaring electro-sing-a-longs.
To a crowd of 33 people (37 including staff), the Party Dream rocked Hailey’s hard-core with its effeminate dances and sonic party songs. I was genuinely impressed, awed and ewwwwed with every moment of the show. Although the sparse crowd only offered mild head bobbing, I knew that they were all dancing on the inside. I’m not sure if they were so mesmerized by the skin-tastic showdown on stage that temporary paralysis had overtaken their bodies, or if this show was sadly chalked up to another good Dallas dance party where no one was dancing for reasons undefined. Either way, the crowd did seem enamored. Enamored and gawking with cameras flashing and winter boots gently tapping to the beat.
Gil, himself, rocking out the synthesizer and vocoder filtered backup vocals, sort of reminded me of the emotional gay vocalist in the Wedding Singer that covered Boy George’s "Do You Really Want to Hurt Me." Remember that guy? Well, imagine him if he abandoned his lament, smoked some ephedrine and hopped on a party train. That’s Gil Mantera. Sort of like a post-tracheotomy-candy-flipping diva at a pre-millennium rave. Sort of like that, just more naked and by the end of the show…drunk.
The other half of the meat-beat milieu, Ultimate Donny, was equally outrageous. Whaling on the mike and electric guitar, he lead the duo into six-minute epics of solid gold boogie. There seemed to be an awesome equality of ego between the two rock studs. They were like OK, now you shimmy, while I rock! Great, now you strip while I sing! Great!”
The whole set from Gil Mantera’s Party Dream was simply entertaining. Indisputably.
Critic's Notebook Personal Bias: Gil Mantera reminded me of my prepubescent dream of becoming a Vegas showgirl …like Neil Diamond, not Elizabeth Berkely.
Random Detail: I kept a literal count of how many times Gil Mantera reached into his Speedo and jiggled his junk: 17.
By the Way: Buy the band's album, it’s really f-ing mantastic. -- Krissi Reeves
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