As promised, here’s the written article in the Trinidad Guardian. Don’t forget we in Undercover this weekend….
My first fete of the season was Tribe Vice cooler fete, aka Tribe Ice aka Tribe Mayfair at the Jean Pierre Complex.
Everybody knows that Vice is a younger crowd and nothing’s wrong with that unless you’re my age then you can’t really look at the women too much otherwise Gary Griffith (d’ Trinidad version of Elliot Stabler) might want to have a word with you.
Half the crowd looked like they should be home putting brown paper on their copy books and memorising 12 times tables.
The set-up was impressive. As soon as you entered, you got a “Moulin Rouge mixed with Ariapita Avenue” vibe.
They had drinks stations with tequila shots, Jagermeister, White Oak, Jack Daniel’s, Campari and even a Maggi veggie corn soup spot, which I appreciated because Rasta don’t deal up with pigtail and such.
I haven’t been to Vice/Ice for years but from what I remember, it’s a fete where people reach at 10 pm and vomiting out their liver string by midnight.However, it took a while for the vibes to get going. People were standing around like they were waiting for something to happen; maybe Iwer was supposed to fly in on a craneplane like he did in Soca Monarch that year.
Vice like it contracted the virus that has been plaguing fetes all over the nation for years: “Incessant Talk-itis.” You know, in an effort to move the crowd, the DJs yap like they’re on talk radio discussing the moral decay of society—as evidenced by pre-packaged calalloo and $5 doubles.
What they don’t realise is that the more they talk, the less music we hear and the less we dance and build the vibes.
For the $250 ticket price, there was a surprising number of performances.
First up was Skinny Banton singing his “Saltfish” and “Horn Again” songs.
What you do wrong again, Skinny? Well for starters, yuh belt buckle big like you’re the heavyweight champion of the world.
The reception that song got just shows how much couples therapy is necessary in T&T.
Sekon Sta with his usual floodwater pants brought on Viking Ding Dong and they both had the crowd moving. I’m biased, as I kind of adopted “Outside” as my song of the season so far.
Motto from St Lucia followed with his big tunes in whatever language Motto speaks. I don’t know if it’s “man with ride,” “man refried” or whatever, but it catchy.
The performances were capped off by Voice; I got a great view of his stint on stage as I ended up in the VIP section that I didn’t even know they had.
Apparently, that’s where the people my age sought refuge.
All in all, Vice looked like a decent fete for people of a younger demographic.
While we were leaving we did see the customary tent full of people who “overdo” and were questioning the meaning of life while their friends rub their backs. So all was right in the universe again.