For me, the best part of this video isn’t how wicked Shlomo’s beatboxing is (even in his early days here), but how at around 2:04 you can see Pete Doherty randomly sitting in the audience, absolutely cracked out of his skull — eyes bugging, the bottle of vodka slipping from his hand — and quickly losing his mind as he watches Shlomo spit beats.
“Where the fuck are the drums, mate? I mean…where the fuck? Is that Seven Nation Army? But…he’s not that Jack White bloke…or is he? Bollox that…WHERE IS HE KEEPING THE BLOODY DRUMS? …God, I need some weed.”