Our chief messer in ink, Mickey Bananas had this rather cutting take on Brexit up Norn Iron for #rabble12.
We’ve featured JTB’s work in a past print edition of rabble, where it sat alongside an article talking to survivors of the Magdalene laundries. Now she has an exhibition to raise money for Niteline, they’re a listening and support service for students. On Monday September 22nd large blank canvases will be scattered around the walls of Filmbase and she will set about using them to portray her depression. This will all take place in full view of the public and onlookers can write notes about their own mental health struggles. The … Read More
A few days ago, his most arseholey eminence Cardinal Brady offered his resignation to the big papa priest in Rome. Survivors of sexual abuse urged a speedy acceptance but we’re still left waiting for the pope’s sign off. Frustrated with waiting, Paul Doyle turned his imagination to the contents of Brady’s resignation letter. Dear Pope, It is with deep regret and a heavy heart that I must today request that you accept my resignation. As I am growing older (75 years, and many more, God willing!), I am finding myself … Read More
Just as we’d gotten up off our arse and finally uploaded Paddy Lynch’s We Speak In Code from #rabble8 , then up he pops again on Dublin Community TV’s The Generator. We’re blessed with some talented illustrators donating their time to us in rabble. We chatted to Paddy about his Jim Larkin project last year too if you missed it. rabble’s old muckers in A4 Sounds pop up in this episode and talk about their idea for a new community art space off Dorset St. Follow The Generator online.
Spotted on someone’s gaff wall. A great poster that nails how are lives are being fed to the banking behemoth. Apologies for the shit phone shot. No one in the rabble bunker was able to recall properly the existence of a paper called The Irish Gutter Press. A certain Andrew Edgar stepped forward and described it as follows: Short -lived (?) “comedy/satire” rag, based outta somewhere in Munsterland, iirc, and sold I think by itinerant sellers, who were often writers/contributors, rather than stocked on newsagents shelves. Quality of content … Read More
Regular enough Youtube videos on Dublin street art talent. First up is sticker bomber Kill. You can’t not have seen these stickers. Catch that clip with the tiny easel.
With everyone seemingly going ga-ga over the rise in house prices, it’s like Ireland has made a miraculous recovery. Hold off on buying that champers-fuelled jetpack just for a moment though, as Stephen Bourke looks into the housing crisis that is still very much in existence. The great big Bank of Ireland ad on Manor Street says something like, “I thought I’d be renting for the rest of my life – but these lads rescued me from rack-rents and put me in a 4-bed semi in Meath.” It’s … Read More
Stop us if you’ve heard this one before. Miley from Glenroe dies and arrives at the Pearly Gates. He’s met by St Peter who offers him a fat bowl of DMT straight from the inside of Salvadore Dali’s skull. Intrigued? Read on gentle reader… Wasn’t it that Prince Valiant fellah that once said “To die would be a great adventure”? Well I can tell ya one thing, it was that. I suppose the best thing I could liken it to, would be smoking a fat bowl of DMT … Read More
With another annual budget blood letting over, our politicians are coming out in their hordes to justify their disgusting ways. So rabble has devised this rather traditional way of revenging their cuts. Make them squirm folks. Strike now while they gobble up airtime.