Over at Slane it was sex, drugs and rock 'n' roll but on the other side of Ireland it was Sexton, rugby and ruck 'n' maul that took centre stage.
It wasn't all that different though, for the Kings of Leon read the kings of Europe, as unbeatable Leinster topped the bill with support act Munster getting the gig to try and elbow them out of the headlines.
It was the Magners League Grand Final and it was just that, but on RTE there were still subliminal musical messages, although unlike Slane, Paul O'Connell didn't have to queue for an hour and a half to pick up his big cup of Magners.
Daire O'Brien (not half as big or as funny as he is during stand-up) got the ball rolling when talking about Mike Ross, saying 'a couple of uncharitable Leinster supporters last year were referring to him as Diana Ross'.
That's the problem. One person says something and then there's a chain reaction. His supremes were there in force - Conor O'Shea, Brett Pope and George (more Dr Evil than Dr Hook) and the superlatives were flying.
Conor promised 'seismic' happenings, Brett predicted 'savagery' (thankfully Robbie was nowhere to be seen) and George predicted that Leinster, the better team, would win.
"I want Munster to win, make no mistake," he said in a marginally less biased way than Gary Neville, but unlike wee Lionel, Leinster's hero of the previous week, Jonny Sexton, had a nightmare start with a kick that seriously threatened worm-life at Thomond Park.
Things didn't improve much, Sext (pictured) was very much not on fire, Brian O'Driscoll was seeing so many stars after a clash with Marcus Horan that he was looking for Matthew Kelly and showed come around sundown when the Munster comes over the hill victory isn't automatic.