Motherfucking fun times are ahead at this venue tonight thanks to a potty-mouthed line-up of awesome MC talent. First up, Grey Yard matches some guitar fuzz to slick beats. Inventive sampling of The Black Keys’ Lonely Boy sees guitarist Mill Bastard get his Dan Auerbach on hard, down on the dancefloor.
Eloji are up next with some smoother, R&B stylings that include the sweet Peach Lip Balm. A much-welcomed freestyle political rant yelling, “Fuck Tony Abbott and his racist administration!” goes off, followed up with some awesome crowd-winning beatboxing.
Mathas turns up looking cosy in his bogan-style beanie rapping out some deeper, darker themes. Free Shit unfolds all slow and cruisey, but packs a decent subliminal punch via lyrics: “All the free shit of the world will free your mind.” Mathas splits the dancefloor in two, taking his message straight to audience members’ faces on White Sugar. Too busy rapping to accept a punter’s kind offer of a (full of sugar) beer, Mathas lyrically slams the Western diet by calling white sugar “the motherfucking devil”. Nourishment brings even more profound, thought-provoking messages to the crowd, many of whom prefer to drink shots rather than receive a Mathas-style education.
Radelaide’s fave MCs Funkoars immediately turn on some seriously high-energy bouncing, pacing and rapping with first track This Is How. Dedicating next track The Hangover to anyone doing something mildly productive tomorrow morning (like writing gig reviews?), Funkoars immediately get punters jumping high. Cult-hero worship of the “motherfucker of all motherfuckers” Larry Emdur ensues, including a The Price Is Right-style wheel spin to select the next song. A random called Angus spins the wheel; an unreleased track including some curious lyrics (“stripes on, ready to fuck”) is the winner. A dry Weetbix eating comp between Angus and a second random, Emily, goes off. Angus wins, but is declared a “fucking liar” for pretending to win while actually spitting his Weetbix on the floor. After Grey Yard, Eloji and Mathas get back up on stage for some epic freestyling magic, punters fling themselves around in drunken abandon by way of response. DJ Total Eclipse powers the performance while standing quietly up the back demonstrating his scratching technique. Below Average strikes a major chord with the drunk dudes, who sing their hearts out to lyrics: “I am a fuck up… I am a letdown… I’m below average.” Epic line-up, amazing night; there’s truly nothing like some good old-fashioned motherfucking hip hop.
