I had my suspicions that the Rubberbandits' most recent bling banger,'Too Many Gee', had to be a reference to Trinity Rooms, and I think I may have been correct. Seriously, I didn't know where to look last Thursday night, such was the wall to wall collection of skirt and cleavage. Frickin' knockers everywhere, like. And sure, why wouldn't it have been - after seven years of of preserving their identities and keeping their presence on the down-low, the Rubberbandits decided that the Trinity Rooms moustache party was to be the cultural event that would introduce the lads on the live hiphop circuit.
Ever the punctual time-keeper, I arrived in the courtyard an hour before the lads take to the stage and pondered what kind of reaction two blagards proclaiming the merits of sniffing glue and over-weight love making would entice from the assembled masses. I mean I knew I'd dig it - being an experienced glue-sniffing lover of larger ladies - but what about the average Joe Soap?
The first indication as to how popular these shams have become was when some voice boomed over the courtyard system that 'the Rubberbandits will be on stage in 5 minutes'. Instantly, a crowd starts developing in front of the stage, a mixture of heads, randomers, and, of course, barely clad ladies. By the time the boys actually walk on stage, the crowd has morphed to about 250 people, and it starts to feel a little like when you're waiting for the headliner to appear onstage at Electric Picnic or Mantua. People scream (me included), cameras flash (mine included) and bras are tossed towards the stage (not me this time).
The boys are keeping their anonymity in check anyway, with a fine array of home-made masks on show. More Ned Kelly than MF Doom, they've crafted elaborate face-protectors from Mace shop bags, ignoring every mothers' warning not to put plastic bags over one's head. Whatever, Ma - this is hiphop, like. A humourous little pre-track skit about owing money for hash sees some poor soul pulled from the crowd and accosted on stage by the lads with a fake willy. As you do. Not since the Beastie Boys roamed around Europe with a 12ft hydraulic penis on the License to Ill tour in '88 has a plastic cock been such an essential stage prop at a live hiphop show. And they haven't even played a song yet. Christ almighty! Eventually, the plastic dick is tossed aside (no pun intended) and the break from Kool N The Gang's 'Hollwood Swinging' belts out of the speakers. Which can only mean one thing - 'Bag of Glue' is getting its first public performance. In fairness, the lads could have simply mimed the whole the thing, because the crowd rendition of the lyrics is as loud as the microphones - not that the mic levels are low, just that the entire crowd seems to know every word off by heart. Even the lashers are rockin' out like it's Run DMC on stage. And then approximately four and a half minutes later, it's all over. One song and that's it! The crowd are treated to a golden parting phrase - "Goodnight Limerick - go fuck yerselves" and the lads exit stage left and run home to smoke some grade A soap bar hash and lash into the flagons.
All in all, a perfect introduction to the sham-world of the Rubberbandits. Heads were left satisfied, but still itching for more. The way it should be.
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