This tune is pure sex and damn near impossible to find. DJ Shadow is clearly boss but this song takes the proverbial.
I’m Excited featuring Afrikan Boy is off the album The Less You Know The Better which is well worth a listen.
This little guy is gonna make a mega impact on the bingo playlist this Saturday. if the d-floor isn’t shaking like leaf with a nervous disposition and parkinsons suspended in jelly on a table with one short leg then my name isn’t Ryan Oh Ryan, which it is.
Oh my god! Did you say Rebel Bingo have started blogging music?!
Sick, I heard right. Big time.
Now I don’t know about you guys but I don’t really care where a band is from or which label they are signed to or whether they spent their college years exploring their bi-sexuality which led to a feeling of distance from the family and inspired the lyrics in the third song off the first album entitled “Surf and Turf”. These things aren’t important to me.
I care about music.
So, this is my first post and it’s a big one. Guillotine is off the album Exmilitary which is well worth a listen. Death Grips have created a fantastic tune with filthy bass and raw rapping with a voice that would shift the bowels. In a a nutshell, this song is darker than Fritzl’s basement.
Every song I post up here will feature on the bingo playlist.
So keep your ears sewed to the speakers if you want to hear songs fresher than a cresting new-born and more awesome than a signed photo of Optimus Prime swinging Miley Cyrus into the sun.
Glastonbury is the best place in the world. End of bruv. Every time we leave to go back to the streets I feel pretty sad…GOOD THING WE ACTUALLY ENDED UP GOING STRAIGHT TO IBIZA AMIRITE?!!!!
However, that is another blog for another day.
We spent most of the festival shitting ourselves over the fact we were gonna see Beyoncé, who is pretty much the best human being in the world. She completes me.
Thursday night kicked off with Ms Dynamite-eeeeee, who was jokes, we were all holding out for Wile Out which is one of the official Bingo party tunes, if you don’t know it get to know.
Friday was rainy which was a bit gutting, we thought it would happen but hoped it wouldn’t since last year it was hotter than the sun, and of course, no one wants to be seen in a fucking poncho.
We are made of pretty strong stuff here at the Underground Rebel Bingo Club, so we still raved to Wu Tang, Katy B and Chase and Status - see what I mean about Twice as Nice, this was an urban festival rude boiiiiiiiii.
Glastonbury only really kicks off after the bands finish, it’s like a playground for mash heads, the two best places are Block 9 and Shangri La.
Block 9 will literally blow your tiny mind. It has 2 major clubs in it, one is a section of New York which is a tranny disco club, it’s a shame we have no pics cos you have to see it to believe it.
The other bit is a massive council estate with a fucking tube train smashed into the front of it, which is actually a club. Insania.
One night we saw Shy FX with Ragga Twins, as a junglist this was sick. It was a shame I was a bit too…er, drunk…sure, drunk to be able to dance.
To be honest, I can’t really remember who we saw, what we did on which day etc, BUT it did become sunny for Saturday and Sunday, and before we knew it, it was Beyoncé day. SHUT-UP!
Before Queen B, we got Paul Simon, what a G, what a ruddy, bloody, G. African sunshine vibes in the sun, AND we got a double bass solo at the end of Call me Al. MDMAzing.
OK, here it comes, it was finally time to make our way down to the Pyramid stage for some major hero worship… uuuurrrggh!!!!!!
We didn’t manage to get as close as we would have liked as it was ramajam, as IF anyone likes her more than us, evs.
All the girls were totally freaking out and I was crying before she even came on stage. Yes, I was crying, and I ain’t even ashamed. I would cry again if I had to.
She came on and smashed out Crazy in Love, Baby Boy and Naughty Girl in a row. I couldn’t even sing along or dance, I was just standing there with my mouth open in awe of this angel in gold sequins. Let’s see some pics….aaaahhhhh!!!
Tricky came on during Baby Boy, no one quite knew why, but soon he was gone so whatever. More songs, more dance moves, more wow. She finished off with Halo and even Freddie was crying at this point.
After her we partied hard ending up at the Stone Circle to watch the sun rise and eventually got hone at midnight on Monday.
2 more years till the next one, let’s hope they don’t get bloody U2 and Coldplay back, cos they’re chiefs.