Slaves of Spanky

Slaves of Spanky - El Mocambo (upstaris) March 4th, 2004

"Five dudes that define where Fubar intersects with 'Check The O.R."'

Oral And Visual Communication

Slaves Of Spanky fired off one hit after another. Their set was comparable to hip-hop cougars Stinkmitt (but less Peaches and more Jackass) or old-school Beastie Boys.




Musical Analysis

A lot of people in the audience didn't know what to think and stood there bewildered. Others (myself included) were in stitches over how truly trailer park rock 'n' roll this was. I mean, if you have a guy wearing clamdigger jeans wailing, "I'd suck dick for cocaine," wouldn't you vote for them to be president? The spoofy raps get tiring after a while, but for a 20-minute set, it's sheer genius.



Other Skills And Areas Of Interest

Best attire ever. So obnoxious, it was brilliant.

For complete CMW report card, follow link to:
http://www.chartattack.com/DAMN/2004/03/0532.cfm
- Chartattack CMW Report Card / By: Jenny Yeun

..... “We don’t have songs, we just have hot-ass rap jams.” Slaves of Spanky’s made this abundantly clear as they kicked off the K-Rock Bandslam finals at A.J.’s Monday night. The Slaves took to the stage beneath a veil of darkness with a moderately funny intro stating that “long ago, the evil Emperor Celine Dion ruled the land and the power of the Slaves of Spanky was the only entity strong enough to compete with her tyranny.”

As the lights reappeared, the Slaves stood on stage, clad in costumes. Captain Footbags wore a blond wig and hat and emulating the great Flava Flav by sporting a pork chop dog toy on a chain around his neck. The unnamed second MC wore an orange hunting vest and a t-shirt of local metal gods I Hate Sally. Backed by an incredibly funky backing band consisting of a bassist, drummer and keyboardist, Slaves of Spanky maintained a nonchalant attitude throughout their set, as they busted their silly, yet tight rhymes. There was no inherent structure to the songs, rather, a conglomeration of freestyles and stage banter. References to crack, bling and every imaginable name for weed were in abundance.

It was quickly apparent the Slaves were more interested in having a good time than winning the contest. This was displayed by an excess of profanity, consistent trips into the audience to dance—as well as juggling their shoes. Halfway through their 45 minute set, the Slaves took a break to rant about the “space age” world we live in and lamented how everything is digital. They even had an open contest for the first person to call their cell phone, to win two foot-long subs from Subway.......

For full review : http://www.queensjournal.ca/articlephp/point-vol132/issue33/arts/story2 - Queens Journal: (Jordan Beneen)