There is a late start at The Glade this morning so I catch the tail end of the lovely XAN (albeit a dodgy Whitney Houston cover), but it’s Cassette Boy that I am here to see. A loud roar of approval indicates that a throng of techies, code monkeys and the word-of-mouth curious are here for the same reason.
Cassette Boy sets out his stall with a junglist version of The Birdy Song, samples Steve Lemacq and Cosmic Rough Riders, amongst others, for his, “Hello Glastonbury!” moment and then launches into half an hour of unbroken, precision mayhem.
By cunningly splicing together tiny snippets of source material the Boy gives us Stephen Fry reading a sexually explicit Harry Potter, Bill Cosby selling drugs to kids and Jeremy Paxman linking the Brighton pier fire and ticket-less England football fans to Al Qaida.
CB’s obsession with, sex, world politics and popular culture takes us on an audio cut and paste journey, reworking everything from the speeches of Tony Blair, through Bill Gates sinisterly suggesting that Microsoft can, “make people do things,” to Big Brother, (“day three thousand and the housemates face the death penalty,”) with hysterical effect. It is startling how easily he spins Michael Jackson’s back catalogue to make a watertight case for the man’s prosecution.
An abstract reminder tells us, “It was all about tapes back then.” At the Glade this morning it was all about Cassette Boy.