Reading into the pervading cult, one might end up concluding that a song ends up becoming a hit, less due to the music but more due to the ingredients it portrays. For instance, Honey Singh's Chaar bottle Vodka, has nothing to do with music or lyrical ingenuity. The ceaseless focus on vodka and the character's penchant for a hangover is everything that the song has to serve on a platter.
Cracking down upon the newfangled fetish for party songs- that renders a monochromatic definition of partying where in crumby and sleazy numbers reverberate cubicles exclusively earmarked for eccentric people who think taking to binge drinking and humming to flimsy songs would let them off the surging humdrum and fetch them the state of Nirvana- All India Bakchod brings forth a rib-tickling video, taking a dig at the seamy item numbers.
"same old party song…cliched party song…same old shit let's sing along.."- AIB party song
AIB's party song lampoons the fad at the very beginning of it, with Irfan Khan chipping in a colloquial take on the new-donned culture. Letting loose his swag, he puts up his take on Bollywood party songs, " Nangi Ladkiya dekho…sharab warab pheko.." At the very first attempt at discerning his notion one might be left stupefied at his eccentricity and daft remark, but if mulled over for a considerable stint one might get an inkling of the nuances of his views.
