Kool Keith - The Gaelic Club - 4/12/03

Belvedere Jehosophat - Monday, 8 December 2003 - Print Version

Somewhere along the line—and I don't know if it came like a thief in the night—the sweaty, meat-composed drunken idiots that I used to encounter in heavy metal shows have migrated to the hip hop shows.

I guess it makes sense; let's face it, with a change of clothes and a haircut the idiot yahoos of heavy metal shows could easily infiltrate a hip hop show. The question is why, I mean, I thought that they thought that music wasn't no good unless it had a killer guitar solo.

Anyhoo, these ruminations aside, the sad fact is that this concert wasn't solely ruined by the audience. Whoo, boy! Talk about lame!

I'm actually greatly saddened to be saying that, but, unfortunately, my expectations for this gig were high, too high.

After all, Kool Keith was the man who destroyed that Diesel Power song by The Prodigy. And, Kool Keith was fuckin' Dr. Octagonecologyst, man!

This was just generic hip hop; uninspired rhymes over uninspired beats. The freestyles were kinda lame too, at least when compared to, say, the magic spat by Gift of Gab.

It wasn't a horrible gig and Kool Keith had more talent than any of the opening acts (which included, of all people, Def Wish Cast), but it was boring.

One of the redeeming features of the gig was that the songs were short—almost as short as this review.

Goodbye.

Belvedere Jehosophat

 

Punch the button and keep a fresh and up-to-date eyeball on our latest reviews, articles and filthy somesuch. Does not hit back.

Or simply subscribe via email:

The Photography of Arfy Papadam
Arfy is a Sydney-based band photog who sneaks the sweat off the live music stage.

Other live music reviews

 

Articles and essays

Red Riding Trilogy
This is an attempt to understand the newish British television series Red Riding. Due to the regional accents, the muttering, the byzantine plot, and that British inability to provide subtitles, I am writing a detailed synopsis to get my head around this excellent television show. In short, it is nothing but spoilers, spoilers, spoilers...
Kitchen Antics - Chicken in Faux Ragoƻt
Ladder of flavour? A few rungs above bland. This can be constructed & delivered in less than 30 minutes, depending on your aptitude with a knife.
Lassitude abandons the Throwing Knives
Down on the chamber pot, the percolating smells brew up quite the nasal fest. From the wafting fumes, the air solidifies partial sweaty rock and musty punk, a taste hinting at delicious pockets of after-aftertaste, and the not so floral punch of an undone music interview leaves the tongue wanting something else.

Every detail makes the story worth following somewhere. Cooking up microfiction and life lessons as we review film, music, books, theatre and other aspects of culture.
It's all intrigue and conspiracy.

Copyright 2002-2010 The Wax Conspiracy

 

 

Nipple protection from the elements?
Armpit hair needs a lair?
Bellybutton catching too many flies?

Then grab this comfy chest covering and other kinds of T-shirts at The Wax Sweatshop.

id=ufo