This is a song about all that has gone wrong. Your girlfriend left you, you lost your ID, and your car got broken into. Where do you go from here? Of course, the bar. Probably overindulging in the same order because your mind can’t make the situation up. It can’t conjure newer ideas. It’s pressed on repeat. As Tony Jones shamelessly admits, he’s got “memes on the feed keep me busy so I don’t take time to think about you and your silly smile.” That one line sums up the track’s tone — self-aware, slightly bitter, but unwilling to sink into full despair.
This is a heartbreak track that doesn’t take itself too seriously. All because, as Jones reminds us, you can always just tip the bartender 50.
The track is set to a riffing electric guitar that builds texture while taking an almost punk-ish route. The mastering, however, feels digitally assembled, giving the song an almost sterile perfection. It’s so clean and precise that it strips away some of the rawness you might expect. Last Call is an unmistakably memorable track. It never collapses under the weight of its own sadness, instead circling back to the bar, to the ritual, to the bartender. It is the kind you’ll find yourself humming when you least expect it, like a hangover memory that sneaks back the morning after.
