It is a great night of gangstas and playas down in
href="http://www.fiddlers.co.uk/">Fiddlers, Bedminster. We park the
car just outside Asda, which is one of the great assets of this club.
Good parking I mean not Asda, which is usually closed this time of
night, its carpark a skid pan for young drivers and trolly
terrorists.
I remember living down here in a house just off East Street, the
flats above the shops were full of drug dealers and a man used to sell
guns and rifle crossbows out the back of his car behind us. I used my
time in Bemmy wisely, augmenting my collection of CDs, videos and
guitars from Cash Convertors while pretending to work on my degree and
popping to Fiddlers every time they had a world music gig. But that was
a long time ago. These days I live in the Hood, very close to where I
did my time for the community of St
Pauls, a place I have never given an apostrophe, although tradition
demands it.
In the darkened low-ceiling'd room the excited crowd are all focussed
on the back room, heads nodding seriously as Two DJs take turns to
impress each other and astound the rest of us. You get the impression
that DJ
Moneyshot and his mate are here as much for themselves as
for the audience, as if they would be doing this at home anyway. The
music is mix-tape mashups, old disco songs with funky hip hop beats,
pop, even a bit of Radiohead gets the treatment and it's a great start
to the evening.
Giant
Panda take the stage while I'm yearning for some live hip
hop and here we are with a classic old school sound. A bit of audience
participation paves the way nicely for the heroes of the evening,
Ugly
Duckling. If you haven't seen or heard them DO IT NOW. This
band are hilarious, comedy sketches and a refreshing hip hop dissing of
all that 'tough guy' macho nonsense (that I also quite like) other
rappers go for.
In the manner of a man unable to finish his review: out of ten, I'd
give them a muffin.
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