Post by I on Mar 2, 2006 16:05:56 GMT
Eek A Mouse
Brixton Academy
The ill-conceived and inappropriately named Fair Deal venue in Brixton reopened last Thursday distinguished newly as the Academy, host to Eek A Mouse, but proves as sad a showcase as ever for the yodelling rodent's London debut. Cold, unforthcoming and cheerless, its front entrance chained and guarded by men with dogs, sole ingress via a side alley, the vast domed building dampens from the first the enthusiasm generated by Mr Mouse's unqualified presence.
Big bout ya in every sense, Eek A Mouse places his hands on his hips, reclines his head and loftily addresses his audience.
"Bong bong diddy, bong bong giddy moii!" he confesses, "deng deng ged a men den den den den ged a moi!"
Interspersed between which is stated social and political commentary and not least various articles of Ripton Hilton's curriculum vitae. The mouse as the man.
We learn that "me muma, me muma, me muma, me muma, woi, woi, woi, woi, woi, woi, Jah know say she grow me without a pupa. Me only have one big sister and them kill me bredda. They say that 'im a fight black power, him and the one Bobby Bowyer from Old Harbour."
He exclaims of 'Terrorists In The City', expiates on 'Ganga Smuggling', offers conclusions on 'Hitler' and the 'Nutron Bomb'.
He say "eh eh eh Argentina and England, they too are fighting over Falkland Island. America say them want Afghanistan. No, no, no, no, no, no, say the Russians, eh," And "eh eh eh eh eh the Shah of Iran, he stole the money and away he ran. He said eh eh catch me if you can, tell them deng..."
His unique eek a voice is to be heard ringing out over Lambeth as I take leave and it reminds me of the time I hear sounds of the Burning Spear chanting like redemption through the secluded tree lined streets of Bayonne. Some of these Jamaican singers are originals without peer.
Penny Reel
Originally published in the New Musical Express
Brixton Academy
The ill-conceived and inappropriately named Fair Deal venue in Brixton reopened last Thursday distinguished newly as the Academy, host to Eek A Mouse, but proves as sad a showcase as ever for the yodelling rodent's London debut. Cold, unforthcoming and cheerless, its front entrance chained and guarded by men with dogs, sole ingress via a side alley, the vast domed building dampens from the first the enthusiasm generated by Mr Mouse's unqualified presence.
Big bout ya in every sense, Eek A Mouse places his hands on his hips, reclines his head and loftily addresses his audience.
"Bong bong diddy, bong bong giddy moii!" he confesses, "deng deng ged a men den den den den ged a moi!"
Interspersed between which is stated social and political commentary and not least various articles of Ripton Hilton's curriculum vitae. The mouse as the man.
We learn that "me muma, me muma, me muma, me muma, woi, woi, woi, woi, woi, woi, Jah know say she grow me without a pupa. Me only have one big sister and them kill me bredda. They say that 'im a fight black power, him and the one Bobby Bowyer from Old Harbour."
He exclaims of 'Terrorists In The City', expiates on 'Ganga Smuggling', offers conclusions on 'Hitler' and the 'Nutron Bomb'.
He say "eh eh eh Argentina and England, they too are fighting over Falkland Island. America say them want Afghanistan. No, no, no, no, no, no, say the Russians, eh," And "eh eh eh eh eh the Shah of Iran, he stole the money and away he ran. He said eh eh catch me if you can, tell them deng..."
His unique eek a voice is to be heard ringing out over Lambeth as I take leave and it reminds me of the time I hear sounds of the Burning Spear chanting like redemption through the secluded tree lined streets of Bayonne. Some of these Jamaican singers are originals without peer.
Penny Reel
Originally published in the New Musical Express
