The Big Pitch: Tom Tom Club
| 14 Aug 2007
G'day mates, we're the crazy gang from Tom Tom Club, the urban beatboxing extravaganza straight outta the suburbs of Melbourne. Now you Pommies might think all there is to Melbourne is a couple of old timers sipping on tinnies on the porch but you'd be wrong mate. Trust me, they don't call us the most extreme act at the Fringe for nothing, it's bloody mean out there. I mean one time, me and Brad Kool Rap were walking down the road and saw a friggin' possum. That's why I started to beat box mate; the amount of spit I can spray can blind a possum, or even a bleeding dingo, from well over fifty feet.
But doing this whole Edinburgh malarky is just brill for a group of good Aussie lads like us trying to get out of the hood. I mean, when me and my mates got the phone call from the Underbelly asking us to play in their inflatable purple cow were so stoaked even Bazza Fish stopped breaking beer bottles on his head. The guy from the Underbelly was saying this stuff I didn't quite get about us "fitting into their young, hip demographic" and something about how with us they'd finally prove how much cooler they were than Assembly. I didn't really catch what the pom was going on about but he's the one writing the cheques and like Fiddy said, 'get rich or die trying mate'.
But doing this whole Edinburgh malarky is just brill for a group of good Aussie lads like us trying to get out of the hood. I mean, when me and my mates got the phone call from the Underbelly asking us to play in their inflatable purple cow were so stoaked even Bazza Fish stopped breaking beer bottles on his head. The guy from the Underbelly was saying this stuff I didn't quite get about us "fitting into their young, hip demographic" and something about how with us they'd finally prove how much cooler they were than Assembly. I didn't really catch what the pom was going on about but he's the one writing the cheques and like Fiddy said, 'get rich or die trying mate'.