When I was a young lad in my late 20s, I was dragged out kicking and screaming to see a band called “The Disposable Heroes of Hiphoprisy.” These weren’t your average heroes. For one thing, they only had one album, which was called “Hypocrisy is the Greatest Luxury.” One album isn’t very heroic! Also, unlike your average heroes, these guys (and gal) were disposable.
I saw them at the Paradise Rock Club in Brighton, Massachusetts, an old, small venue that has managed to survive since 1977 with the usual on and off financial and other issues that plague rock venues. A great place to see a show if you’re well positioned (its capacity is less than 1,000), the Paradise was the right venue to see those disposable heroes and their hit song “Television, the Drug of the Nation,” in which Michael Franti rapped about “A 150 channels 24 hours a day” and still “there's nothing worth watching.” Franti has survived the last two-plus decades (along with the band Spearhead) to witness the age of 1,000 channels and still nothing worth watching. Check it from way back!
The Disposable heroes must have called it quits not long after I saw them, and I can’t find an official website for them. For the longest time, I recalled that show as the only rap concert I’d ever seen, but after having listened to “T,tDotN” I now realize that they were less rap than hiphop (as their name suggests), and had a sound that predated and influenced one of my favorite bands of the 1990s, Soul Coughing. Just listen to the bass line and all the great hiphoprisy and tell me I’m wrong!