It’s hard to pinpoint the highlight of this show. Was it frontman Miguel Mantovani asking whether he was “the only one with an erection”? How about the impervious medley which decided to join Luther Vandross’ Never Too Much to The White Stripes’ Seven Nation Army? Between the pulsating bass-lines, costume changes, balls-in-your-face gags, and terrific melodies; the last hour was certainly a beautiful one.
Starting on a slightly lower-key note, they worked through the first few songs of the set with a determined attitude. Sure, they took the time to swing the hips and thrust at the audience, but they certainly weren’t unleashing themselves – however, that didn’t last long. “I understand that it’s been shitty time recently; a shitty government, a shitty triple-dip recession, but that’s what makes The Olympics and London 2012 such a good feeling, y’know? Watching Team GB win 28, 30, 35 medals made me have a good feeling, in fact I cried I was so happy, and Ennis with the heptathlon made me shed a tear from all my eyes.” They then proceeded to shake and entertain everybody out there. People say that it’s dangerous to live your life in irony, and whether wearing the ‘shirt of a thousand pussies’ whilst holding your penis is ok doesn’t matter when you have made thousands of people laugh, dance, sing and raise their eyebrows in an interesting, intelligent, and funny way.
The Cuban Brothers are an enigma. They’re completely unaffected by the ever-changing guise of contemporary music, and even if the world was ending around them, they’d still be busting a groove with their Latin-American charm, and pumping hooks into your gut – long they may continue.