GOLDIE LOOKING CHAIN: Cambridge Corn Exchange 27/02/05
Bringing the bass, the bling and the rather large clart in red trackie
and upturned plastic sun visor he got at the seaside in South Way-les
is none other than the fifty or so instigators of the largest communal
smoking session in Cambridge's less than sparkly history. Partying like
it's 1983, apparently the year of
erm, cunnie weed and breaking
the bread in the back of Burberry Novas, I thank the Lord that, only
being four at the time, GLC have brought what appears to be the finest
era back to the masses to make them giggle like they just toked on the
fattest boombatty to come out of Newport. Can I get a "hoo hoo"?
And the crowd went boom, shake, shake, shake the room. With an explosion
of colour, lights, tongue-in-cheek madness and seriously entertaining
old skool hip-hop, the infamous Maggot MC and bras raved it up with
favourites "Guns
", "Half man, half machine"
and "You knows I love you", creating what was definitely the
most overwhelming atmosphere I have experienced at the old Corn Exchange
in a long while. Proving that Goldie Looking Chain are very clever boys
indeed. Whilst they claim they got this far by merely jokes alone, their
newfound glory certainly guarantees them the last laugh. Because no-one
knows if they are scallys taking the mick out of the middle-of-the-road
bourgeois who think they're oh-so-witty to mock the tack that is the
new working class phenomenon or trailblazing talent who have seized
a well timed golden-and cubic-zirconia-encrusted opportunity to take
the mick out of the Chavs that they base their act upon
.
Still, at the end of the day it doesn't really matter. Because a group
that can bring townies and hippies into the same building and make them
shout in unison "Your mother's got a penis" know their future
is safe as fuck. You knows it.
Anna C.
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