Sound Man Soro,
Fisticuffs from 9:30pm
Door Tax: €5e
King7 Capel St,
That’s right folks, it’s one year since that glorious first issue of Dublin’s parish newsletter for the pissed off and disgruntled arrived back from the printer. We’ve been very busy bunnies since and feel we’re owed a celebration. To mark rabble’s first birthday we’re inviting a cadre of our favorite local DJs to fight for supremacy in our very own strictly vinyl soundclash. A rake of selectas have been asked to warm up the dance nice from about 10pm on. After that it’s straight into back to back battle mode with three elimination rounds that’ll make Street Fighter look like Sesame Street. Throughout the crowd decides if it likes the cut of the DJs jib or not. This is a costumed affair with random prizes on the night.
ALL PROCEEDS TO RABBLES PRINTING COSTS.
COME CELEBRATE OUR FIRST BIRTHDAY.
a disorderly crowd; a mob:
he was met by a rabble of noisy, angry youths
(the rabble) ordinary people, especially when regarded as socially inferior or uncouth:
the British feel no compunction about ushering the gentry into the coach and packing the rabble off to debtor’s prison
late Middle English (in the senses ‘string of meaningless words’ and ‘pack of animals’): perhaps related to dialect rabble ‘to gabble’
rabble is a non-profit, newspaper from the city’s underground. It’s collectively and independently run by volunteers. rabble aims to create a space for the passionate telling of truth, muck-raking journalism and well aimed pot-shots at illegitimate authority. We want to make our paper a truly independent voice for the city: this means making it reader sustained through donations, gigs, subscriptions and some ethical advertising. We are rabble.