Goldie Lookin Chain - Live In Manchester
[Manchester Academy]

The eight strong Newport posse bounded onto stage and fervently incited the party spirit, before diving into their crude blast at American hip hop artists in 'Shit 2 Me'. However, it suddenly struck me that in their tirade of hate directed at the likes of J-Lo, P Diddy and Alicia Keys etc, there was the notable omission of The Bloodhound Gang, I wonder why that is? This opening number didn't mean dog dirt to some hyped up members of the pit, who decided to engage in a handbags at 21;30 free-for-all, immediately putting a dampener on proceedings.

The above display of macho arrogance is soon put to one side with help from 'Bad Boy Limp', a parody on the Americanisation of our legal system. This is performed with an irreverence that reveals a hint of ironic darkness and is GLC at their parodying best. The tender 'R n B' is deliciously performed and it becomes clear that Adam is the crux of the outfit, with his masterful rap style and ability to add a more tender touch to proceedings. The middle of the set seems to sag like a pig's belly. The outfit performs a World Cup song that had neither a noticeable beat, nor a real rhyme and it is to this ilk of material what Angola are to the actual event.

Mysty's deeper vocal range gives the flagrant junky offering of '21 Ounces', some sharp gusto and helps to get GLC back on the right track. Obviously, the puerile and gloating 'Your Mother's Got A Penis' ensures a rousing reception at the close, but you leave feeling that Maggot's time in the self proclaimed Big Brother “nut house”, could have been better spent crafting new material. There are testing times ahead for GLC, but they do have the backbone to rise to the 3rd album challenge.