Dydd Gŵyl Dewi Hapus

That’s Happy St David’s Day to you and me (according to Google Translate, anyway).

Ok, ok, I’m a day late with this.

But that’s in keeping with this morning’s act’s thoroughly Newport state of mind lackadaisical approach to…well, just about everything, bar smoking industrial quantities of the green stuff.

When I lived in Cardiff, for my birthday I once hired a mini-bus to take me and a load of my mates down to Port Talbot to see Goldie Lookin Chain supporting Super Furry Animals. How much more Welsh can you get? None more, that’s how much.

It was a great, if a somewhat scary night: scary for the simple reason that if you have a distinctly non-Welsh and definitely English accent like I do, and a voice as loud as I have, in such provinces you’re constantly on edge of being discovered and being on the receiving end of a good kicking.

Still, Port Talbot – industrial birthplace of such acting nobility as Sir Anthony Hopkins, Richard Burton, Michael Sheen and Rob Bryden – held the odd surprise, namely a lengthy queue for the Gents which allowed me to witness grown men pissing into the sink. It’d never happen in Cardiff.

Anyway, this is a song from GLC’s second album, a song which, as someone who has spent the past twenty years or so working for Insurance companies, trying to sniff out the fraudsters and chancers (apart from the 18 month period where I found myself working for solicitors and actually representing the shysters), always raises a smile. (I received a text from Kay just after midnight this morning, asking me what this song is called. This has in no way prompted this post. I will not be posting Peter Cetera’s You’re My Inspiration anytime soon. But I wonder: Do any other bloggers find they are constantly pestered with questions about songs?):


Goldie Lookin Chain – Bad Boy Limp

As a special day-after St David’s Day treat, here’s another song by GLC which, as far as I know, has never been commercially released (hence no artwork). They played it at the Port Talbot gig; I almost missed it as I was trying to work out where I should wash my hands and how I could do it without touching anything. Alan Partridge would be proud of me.

I’ve posted this once before, absolutely ages ago so the link is dead (I guess, I haven’t checked). It’s a bit foul-mouthed Barron Knights, if I’m honest, but funny.

Llŷr sourced and gave this to me. Of course he did. Who else?

Needless to say, both of these tunes come with a “saucy language” warning. But I’m guessing you’d already guessed that. Or if you hadn’t apologies for the fact I’m only mentioning it after the first tune (which isn’t too bad, to be fair.).

“Where to’s the link?”

“Over by there” -> Goldie Lookin’ Chain – Nan Rita

More soon.

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