Performing with Ice Cube at the last gig of his “Straight outta Compton” tour.

As you can tell by our song “Pure Awkward”, we had a falling out with Ice Cube some years ago. When we were inventing gangsta rap while on holidays in Compton he shifted me and told Snoop I was a racist. Anyway, since we have started making songs in the past year, Cube has been on to us a few times and has really put a lot of effort into apologising. We don’t believe in hanging on to anger so we accepted his apology. As a gesture of forgiveness we told him that we would play at his gig in Dublin the other night, on the condition that we would be performing “Pure Awkward” to teach him a lesson in humility . So we did.

Us performing Pure Awkward at the Ice Cube gig.

We got off stage and cube gave us a big hug. He was thrilled to know that the hatchet was well and truly buried. He immediately got on the phone to Dre and Snoop and they too were very happy to know that the old gang was back together. He handed me the phone and after giving Dre some quick advice about purchasing a caravan, I headed up to the dressing room to get my hole off a load of groupies. It was at this point that Cube meekly gazed into my eyes like a scolded lamb and in a hushed tone he bleated “you know, you never did get to finish showing me how to swing that Hurley, do you think you could show me again,? For proper this time? No fooling around?”
I deliberately paused before I answered his question, and as the tension in the room reached its apex, we presented Ice Cube with a signed Rubberbandits hurley that I once used to discipline a greyhound.



Ice Cubes Hurley that I once used to discipline a greyhound.

He really couldn’t believe it, and as you can observe by the smile on his face in the photograph below, he was like a child on Christmas morning. “You mean this is for me?? This is mine now?” said Ice Cube, as he clutched the hurley with a grip as tenacious as that of a dying man holding a crucifix. He was emotional, not just because of the rapid hurley but mainly because of the forgiveness and compassion that it represented. For every moment he held that hurley…at least for Ice Cube… the universe was in perfect balance.

It was very emotional for him when we gave him the hurley.

I gently eased his trembling hands towards the grip of the hurley as Mr.Chrome advised him to swing in a circular motion as if he were a tiny man de-coring an apple from the inside out. His form was solid and his swing showed potential, but was lacking something. Suddenly Cube thought back to when I first attempted to teach him how to swing a hurley. I roared at him “you can do it, put your back in to it”, I think he wrote a song about it afterwards??. As he recounted and applied my advice, his swing attained the grace of a flying gull. Happy with the lessons and the day in general, Ice Cube asked us to pose with him for a final photo before we left with all the gee and he went off to bed after tiring himself out with the days excitement. We exited the building with the beures and in the end it turned out that Bruce Willis had been a ghost all along. Chortle!

He really had to choke back the tears for this final photo. We decided to leave the plastic bags off as his giant body guard had called us “Ku Klux Klan looking motherfuckers”.



Seriously, thanks to ice cube for having us, you are a gent Sir. And the biggest thanks in the whole world to Ophelia and her band for getting a pair of gowls like us up on stage and providing some unreal backing beats and vocals. You are a legend Beurre.