Real Dolls: Trophy
A-Trak ft Kid Cudi: Mastered
Cool Kids: 88
Flying Lotus: Gangbang
Danger ft Vyle: 0H00
Jay Z / Dangermouse: Encore
Real Dolls: Control
Unknown: Township
Holywood Holt: Holywood
Twilight 22: Siberian Nights
Egyptian Lover: Kinky Nation
Spank Rock: Bump
Real Dolls: My Bitch is Plastic
Cex: Phreq
DJ sega: Bodies Hit The Floor
Fingathing: Cluster Buster
Thankfully, The Real Dolls restored my faith in the night as their loud, confident front-man encouraged everyone at the now reasonably busy venue to move forward and dance to their electrifying set of sample based hip-hop fused with the authentic rock sound of an electric guitar and bass. These guys are the missing link in the evolution of rock music; breaching the space between the social commentary indie of The Arctic Monkeys and the grime rap sound of Dizzee Rascal. Spouting lyrics of the rappers dream of bitches and hoes The Real Dolls got the crowd to really get their freak on. It has hilarious to see three photographers surrounding the band at one point on the small stage, making the huge, yet endearing, personality seem like an all star rapper coming out of New York rather than a middle-class twenty-something from Manchester. Their set was disappointingly cut short at 20 minutes to make way for other acts to set up and play, but by leaving the audience wanting more they had succeeded in what every unknown band plans to do, give a memorable performance. This is a group I would love to see perform a full headline set and are well worth seeing whenever they’re in town.
It might just be the natural exuberance of backing singer and human dance dynamo Yo-Yo, but it’s difficult not to love The Real Dolls. Their self-branded ‘pronk’ style of music is addictive anti-dance brilliance that just begs to be grinned at and any band who make sure that being huddled into a back corner of a record shop doesn’t stop them screaming ‘come on Manchester!’ while waving a mic stand in the air deserves nothing but your complete respect
You need the Symptom of the Universe purple vinyl. The heaviest song of the 1970s, here’s Sabbath performing it chonged out of their huge black moustached minds….
This is one of our oldest tunes and in a way it’s the tune that brought this band together. We think it’s stood the test of time, so here it is alongside it’s magnificent cover art by Darren Neo-man.
Plus!! Two remixed versions by Parkertron and Dave ja VU .. two parts of US. We are the world … all for one and one for fuck all ….