Westminster, United Kingdom
Mon 21 Oct 1991
Astoria
Details
Venue
Reviews
Setlist
10. Ma & Pa
12. So Many Millions
13. Dr Madd Vibe Spoken Word
In the Land of the Mighty Whitey
In the Land of the Mighty Whitey
17. Naz-Tee May'en
--Encore--
20. Fight the Youth
Media
Videos
1 show videos
Poster, setlist, tickets,...
Sign in to link your videos or add a picture!
GUITARIST Kendall Jones has called Fishbone's music ''a whole new radio
terrorism'', but that's barely the start. Imagine if George Clinton had
kept on going until he ran into Ornette Coleman, out where the air is
thin. Try adding a bit of Charles Mingus, Jimi Hendrix, Living Colour and
Public Enemy. Put it in an oven pre-heated to 2,000 deg. C.
Live, there is much to learn and admire. I can't remember the last time I
saw a naked man onstage, but there was Angelo Christopher Moore, proudly
wearing only a tenor saxophone and singing ''I'm a naz-tee may'en''.
''It's yo' ass that's goin' to jail, not mine,'' cracked Walter Kibby the
trumpeter.
Fishbone have blasted out of the LA ghettos like a travelling earthquake,
but behind the superficial appearance of chaos, there is mighty order and
discipline. From funk to free jazz, fiery riffs to rasta-pop, Fishbone
insist that you stop and think for a moment.
Maybe they overdo the warning stickers sometimes, trowelling on the
anti-drug message through Junkie's Prayer and Pray To The Junkiemaker,
hammering away at the white-man culture and politics that blanks out
African-Americanism, but there has never been such theatrical brain-food
as this. Trombones and delirious punters soar through the air as the
seven-piece band pogo round the stage like wallabies on heat. When the
band produced a giant Fishbone flag while they shot a video for Fight The
Youth, somebody obligingly threw himself on to it as trampoline-fodder.
Through the pandemonium, drummer Fish maintained a steaming funk beat,
while the guitarists saved some murderous soloing until the very end.
Prince came to see them in Paris, and Seal was here. They'll be back next
year, but for now, there's always The Reality Of My Surroundings, in all
formats.
The Guardian