The Last Romance should come plastered with an advisory sticker reading, "Warning: Ladies, Do Not Fuck These Men." A concept album about shagging, snogging, romantic delusions and lovers' games, their latest disc follows the dour drunkard duo home from the bar where most of their boozy confessionals take place to explore what happens when Malcolm Middleton and Aidan Moffat actually get laid. The songs are still structured around simple four-bar minor-chord patterns and repeated mantras of self-loathing, and the fresh bloom of prospective nookie doesn't prevent Moffat from greedily revelling in crass lines about piss dreams and morning wood to a degree that verges on excess. While his tortured, guttural delivery comes off as the lunatic ramblings of an abusive boyfriend, the actual lyrical meat of The Last Romance rings with the uncomfortable, ugly truth of facing your hungover self in the mirror the morning after a one-night stand.
Arab Strab brood at Lee's Palace Tuesday (April 4).