The Bloodhound Gang / Untitled Music Project / The Experts

What better way to celebrated St. Paddy’s Day then in Sheffield with The Bloodhound Gang for their only UK show in 2007? Sold out for sure, the comedy rock band are almost guaranteed to bring the house down with a riotous act.

The Experts have been listening to a lot of Biffy Clyro it seems. By far not as random as the Scots but the Leeds lads can hold the attention of some of the crowd; the rest look as though they are trying to get tanked up before the show really starts. Not really in the crazy rap rock theme of the night, but the threesome are heavily influenced by 70’s Motown and jazz, which is nice to get people in the mood.



Untitled Music Project are in a similar vein to the Bloodhound Gang; musically anyway. What I mean is they are louder and more upbeat. With song titles like ‘Why Isn’t Paul McCartney Dead Already?’ and ‘Beards And Drugs’ it certainly gets you thinking. They are brash, sneering kids from Birmingham who are just the sort of old school punk to warm up a crowd for the Bloodhound Gang. Their set however is very short, and I wonder if they have a lot of songs between them. There is a forty-five minute wait until the main act are on.


The small stage is set for what is anticipated to be a very memorable show. After the Leeds show last year I was expecting a cross between Jackass, Dirty Sanchez and a Goldie Looking Chain show, all done in the BG’s unique Pennsylvanian way. You know, barfing, spitting etc, just like during the old live Sex Pistols shows.

The Bloodhound Gang have not changed much over the last ten years, just gradually becoming more insane. Well-known and often criticised for their on-stage antics (what some call racist and sexist lyrics, eating live animals, “golden showers” ( - look it up, I’m not typing the definition; kids may read this!).


The first “oh, don’t do that!” moment was Evil Jared Hasslehoff’s fondness for drinking glow stick juice. You know, the stuff hardly comes out of your clothes if it leaks, never mind your bowels. For a man with a genius IQ it is hard to believe that he is the main instigator of these crazy acts. His doctor has warned him not to drink the bright stuff; close up though he looks as though he could have actually not swallowed and just spit, putting them brain cells to good use for once.

‘Mama Say’, ‘The Ballad of Chasey Lain’, ‘The Bad Touch’, are all crowd favourites, but though the songs are catchy, the main draw with these fellows is the anarchic show. Hasslehoff (now his legal name), with his 6’5”inch, well-toned frame, commands the audience anyway, but the stunts he pulls, like drinking a full bottle of Jagermeister through a beer bong and looking very queasy for the rest of the show, are classics.


Jimmy Pop Ali does his own type of testing nasty substances by juggling an apple, an orange and an onion. Every so often he would take a bite out of each. After being so careful, he finally takes a chunk out of the tear-enducer. That’s not gonna help with the ladies!

Although the lads have not released anything in a long time, it’s clear that the crowd here have travelled far for the one-off show. Not like a lot of people say; that they are riding off of the back of the “Discovery Channel” song; some of their best work is from ‘One Fierce Beer Coaster’ as evident by the number of merry faces singing along to ‘Fire Water Burn’ and ‘Boom’.

This show was not as memorable as the time I saw them at Leeds Metropolitan University last year, there was a lot more spit and spew flying around. But they are having a laugh, the crowd are having a laugh, it’s all good. Roll on their next visit, and don’t forget your glow sticks!

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