Northeast Party House prove to be the ultimate party band with a sweaty sold out show at adelaide unibar.

Words by Anthony Nocera Photos by Kate Sansome


There are three things in life that make me happy:

  1. Cute boys
  2. Cowbells
  3. Maracas


This gig had all three in abundance. It also helps that the music was off-the-charts-insane good.


The night kicked off to an energetic start with local lads (lads is very appropriate, TBH) West Thebarton Brothel Party playing new material off of their forthcoming EP.  Delivering fuzzy garage rock vibes and a high-energy set, complete with beer chugging, politics and some very serious and real maraca playing by multi-instrumentalist (vocalist, guitarist, drummer, maraca- shaker, strummer of my heartstrings) and all-round love of the audience's collective lives, Brian. It was sweaty, hard, straight-up pub rock that was heavy on distortion, and was a shit-tonne of fun. Having played so extensively around Adelaide, these guys delivered a great set that proves why they’re local favourites and will be for a long time.


Food Court were solid but, after the raw energy and enthusiasm of West Theb, felt like a little bit lacklustre in terms of presence. Admittedly, following a seven piece band with a maraca player will always be a tough act to follow. The Sydney three-piece delivered their trademark brand of surf-punk with ease. Playing songs from their hit EP Big Weak, and having just toured with The Delta Riggs, Food Court are well and truly on their game. The set was tight and breezy and, while not quite as manic as the act that came before them, had everyone happy and dancing as they slowly filtered in to get a spot for the headliners.


Northeast Party House had the audience eating out of the palm of their hands from the moment they took the stage. Contrasting the garage fuzz of the two supports, NPH’s glammed-out synth rock had the crowd going crazy. Sounding like the lovechild of Silent Alarm era Bloc Party, Music For Men era Gossip and Friendly Fires era Friendly Fires with a cowbell, NPH tore through a set of favourites without missing a single beat.  Playing tracks from their outstanding debut LP Any Given Weekend, the band sent the crowd into a frenzy with hits like ‘The Haunted’, ‘Sick Boy’ and ‘Fake Friends’, and ended with an extended version of ‘Youth Allowance’ that turned into an encore onstage jam session that was as sweaty and gross as it was downright remarkable.


NPH are a band that have worked really hard for a long time - getting noticed on Unearthed in 2010 -  and their live show is illustrative of that: they are band who not only loves what they do, but are some of the best at it in the world. In a room full of Falls Festival devotees, NPH managed to top that now legendary set with yet another brilliant show.


A special mention should also go to local DJ Acey AKA Adam Cope for getting everyone dancing between acts. Also for remixing ‘Maneater’ by Nelly Furtado, which was as brilliant and positively delightful as it was unexpected (coincidentally that song is number four on the ‘List of Things in Life That Make Me Happy').


If you can see Northeast Party House, do it. If you can get your hands on Food Court’s music, make it happen. And, if you’re smart, you’ll wait with baited breath for West Thebarton Brothel Party’s EP and see them any way that you can before the inevitably blow up.