Rastacise

Two. An tree. An four. An relax yuhself.

What I love so much about 15 Storeys High is because of the setting, it can have a main storyline but also cut away and almost do sketches whenever it wants. So you’ve got these two idiots and they’re doing the bulk of the lifting, but now we can just cut to a swift minute and a half gag without ruining the flow. It’s just a quick snapshot of someone else’s flat. You don’t even need to know who they are. No character devleopment – it doesn’t matter. Quick unrelated funny bit and then back to the action.

Which is what Rastacise is all about. In amongst Errol getting pestered by various women in his purple patch, we encounter six Carribean lads doing some cardio in an alternate flat and they do absolutely nothing to further the narrative of the show. As you might expect, they’re not really putting *too* much effort into Rastacise. Which I’m assuming is the joke. A laid-back approach to exercise that kind of makes it completely pointless. Which I’m all for, though I think certain aspects of their ideology they need to brush up on, personally.

There are tons of these types of thing out there, anyway. Exercise videos, I mean; Davina McCall, Claire Sweeney, that one off of Geordie Shore and so on. Thing is, they’re not all that recognisable in a logo sense and usually just one-offs, so I kind of rounded it up to the whole gym arena. Much more to go on with that. So this one is based on one I’ve never heard of in my life. Because to be totally honest with you, fuck going to the gym. That’s my advice to you. Thank me later.

The colours are obvious and even if you hear the word ‘Rastafarian’, you will think of them. Well, I did. Probably Bob Marley’s fault.