Totally Dublin

You’re A Spar

Our launch party this edition was graced by the Rubberbandits, Wounds, a former Minister for Defence, one seriously impressive beard, and two Gardaí. And quite a lot of Dubliners. Special thanks to everybody who transcended the lack of free alcohol, to the vocal cords that sang along with the curse-y choruses (we’re not sure if Wounds’ ‘ALL OUR FRIENDS/DEAD DEAD FUCKING DEAD’ or Rubberbandits’ ‘Fuck yer Honda Civic, I’ve a horse outside’ was more popular) , and the young one who smudged her tits up against the smoking area window during the Rubberbandits (sadly, the eagle eyes of Sharp Shock missed, or chose to omit the Bandits’ “biggest fans”). Shout out, as ever, to Orlando and to Simon, and a gratitude to Wounds for tidying up after themselves, and the Rubberbandits for bringing their own bags.

More shots after the jump.

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Well, we’ve kept this under our Adidas hoods long enough - issue 67’s already on the streets and in the Tescos, but we’re launching it in louder fashion this Friday, with special help from Willie O’Dea’s favourite glue-fiends, the Rubberbandits, and the potentially-also-out-of-their-bin Wounds. We’ll have at least a million hundred thousand free drinks, our friendly neighbourhood DJ Orlando, and some special former-minister-for-defence-related sideshows on the night.

What?

We take a month off any you’ve already forgotten?

It’s completely free!

The Rubberbandits [http://www.myspace.com/rubberbanditspranks]
The mysterious plastic-bag clad Rubberbandits, or Blindboy Boat Club and Mr Chrome as are their individual aliases, pride themselves on being the ‘grand pricks of prank phone calls’. Having managed to bridge the divide between rap music and comedy their songs ‘Bag of Glue’ and ‘Too Many Gee’ have inspired a cult following that ensures sell-out appearances nationwide.

More at: http://www.totallydublin.ie/comedy-preview-rubberbandits—a-tesco-bag-clad-interview-231.html

Wounds [www.myspace.com/thewoundsband]

‘We’ll play in the seventh circle of hell, the violent one, you drag some of those screaming girls your talking about and we’ll sacrifice them or something ghoulish like that.’

Despite our lunchtime-talk half-plans, there’s no such institution as the Totally Dublin Awards yet. If there was, the first thing we’d do is invite Kanye. After that, we’d ask Wounds to play at the ceremony - they would be, after all, collecting our inaugural ‘Best Live Act’, ‘Dirtiest Riff’, and ’Most Likely To Be Signed To Vice Records’ awards.

More at: http://totallydublin.ie/blog/?p=447

ARE YOU A VIDEO ARTIST? We’ve got the running of a shiny super-sweet projector screen at Odessa Club going to waste on ‘Metropolis’ on constant loop - if you fancy flaunting your visual wares drop us a comment or email.

Special thanks to everybody who stayed upon the news of no free whiskey, to Orlando’s Ennio and Lil Dave’s electro, to the able-bodied last-minute laptop of Stephen Foy, to the bewitching Children Under Hoof and their enlistment of Norman McLaren’s ballet dancers, to Colm Meaney for sticking his grizzled head in for ten minutes (even if he did think it was the jax), and to flashmaster Peter Fingleton for these:

Tonight, Odessa Club, 8pm.

Children Under Hoof live soundtrack films.

Orlando and Lil Dave spin cinema remixes.

Sparky the swearing parrot calls everybody a ballbag.

And you.

Except now it’s a Sega Megadrive, so someone please bring Ecco the Dolphin. See yiz tonight!

Special thanks to all the bands on the night, Orlando for his house anthems and DJ kicks, latecomers that hauled themselves across from The Antlers, Kopparberg for the tiny Santa hats, and the barman who had to keep straightening the furniture. Sorry Miguel.

There was singing. There was dancing. There was a sthetoscope shaped like a penis. Our first bacchanalian night of free vodka, free music, and free Wagon Wheels filled out Odessa last Friday night. Special thanks to the Movember founders for popping all the way over from the Antipodes to say hi, coolhandloop and Simon for filling floors and projector screens, the rapturously received Hunter-Gatherer and David Turpin (and his bemoustached backing singers), Peter Fingleton for the snaps, Karl from the Crystal Dagos for the DJing, and YOU for coming.

See yiz next month.

“So it’s right leg in, left leg… where?”

“This is shit. We should’ve just gone to Specsav…”

Meta.

She’s happy because she’s just won the penis sthetoscope.

Two of these people should’ve stayed at home, and the other one’s on the Clinic.

We need to start screening our staff…