During the last ten minutes, Dice yells the words “Hour” and “Back” about a hundred times, screaming into the microphone, his voice cracking in desperation. It is absolutely one of the most revolting things I've ever heard.īy the end of the show, I was entirely lost in the world of Dice rambles. The entire special is totally crude, off-putting, jarring, and offensive. Dice even accuses a father of being sexually attracted to his daughter who is seated directly next to him. Whatever passes through Dice's head is relayed and beaten into his audience to agitating extremes. You can hear one person's lone laughter exploding throughout the special-that of Rick Rubin himself.ĭice's set is largely improvisational. It was certainly unadvertised, only a few Diceheads in the audience. I'm not sure if the show was promoted, or even announced. The crowd seems mostly unfamiliar with Dice. But instead he chose Dangerfield's, a small dive club in upper east Manhattan owned by his friend and mentor Rodney Dangerfield. With Rubin backing it, the funds were there. Dice calls out anyone who dares leave his set, creating a scene for the audience to clean up, tearing viciously into his audience with all of his knives.ĭice could have chosen nearly any theater in the U.S. Typically the sound of an audience member's footsteps stomping angrily out of the club would be edited out during post production-however, here it was embraced. The album is nearly unlistenable, closer to Merzbow than Billy Crystal. Which is why it makes absolutely no sense to release an album like The Day the Laughter Died as your follow-up. His unapologetically masculine behavior was controversial, but still, in 1990 everyone knew who Andrew Dice Clay was. Sinead O'Connor cancelled her performance on SNL because she didn't want to share the episode with him.

His vulgarities and charisma stage presence were dynamite in this country.

Dice had the sweet smell of success, and as a comic he sold out stadiums as a dumbed down version of Lenny Bruce. It was Clay's second album after Dice, which went Gold in the U.S. The Day the Laughter Died is a strange double album, released in 1990 and produced by Rick Rubin for Geffen Records. (Later in life when Clay quit smoking, he would apparently hold a cigarette in his hand for five minutes-the duration it takes to smoke one-without lighting it, then he'd throw it away.) The cigarette is everything to the Diceman persona.

His cigarette is the prop that holds his act together. I can even see the way he holds his cigarette, between his thumb and index finger like your typical moronic meathead. His long sideburns curling in at his jaw, perfectly razored his sleeveless leather jacket with its collar popped so high it hovers over his head like a rent-a-Dracula. We can all picture Andrew Dice Clay's stupid haircut.

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