GLC = TLC

On Saturday I came across the most effective hangover cure ever. Not a pint of ice-cold Coke. Or a greasy spoon fry-up. Or some Alka Seltzer. Or hair of the dog. All tried and tested in the past, but with varying degrees of success, and believe me I'm a bit of an authority on hangovers, given that I'm labouring under one probably every other day.

No, the most effective hangover cure ever is a half-hour long exposure to the brilliance that is Goldie Lookin Chain.

Quite simply, when they started their set at Rock City on Saturday night I still felt like shit, and when they finished I didn't. And my face was sore from grinning too much.

Straight outta South Wales, GLC are a Super Furry Animals endorsed fuckbunch of white twentysomething blokes clad in brightly-coloured leisurewear, caps and cheap gold chains bouncing up and down and rapping about everything from smoking blow to wanting to be a robot to being "money-grabbing bastards from Newport". One song finds them dissing American music - "P Diddy means shit to me / FUCK YOU ALICIA KEYS!"; another is a perfect pisstake of So Solid Crew - "We've got 21 ounces to blow!"; and their final song has the winning chorus "Your mum's got a penis!".

GLC are to gangsta rap what The Streets are to garage, but even more so. US hip-hop is so serious, pompous and full of machismo and its own importance that it's been crying out to have its balloon pricked like this for a long time. Of course they'll get flak for being irony-loving middle-class media types, but, to use their own terms, they're safe as fuck. You knows it, clart.

And, having recently signed to Must Destroy, there's talk of a collaboration with new labelmates The Darkness on a cover of Aerosmith and Run DMC's 'Walk This Way'. You could be hearing an awful lot more of them.