You love Woolworths because Woolworths is almost as narcissistic as you are. You are made for each other. As the excellent blog, The Last Psychiatrist, puts it, “Narcissism is about the need to self-identify and to broadcast that identity to others.” read more...
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Usave the Future
April 11th, 2013 by Brandon Edmonds, illustration by Sasan
You love Woolworths because Woolworths is almost as narcissistic as you are. You are made for each other. As the excellent blog, The Last Psychiatrist, puts it, “Narcissism is about the need to self-identify and to broadcast that identity to others.” read more...
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Holi Jozi
April 10th, 2013 , images by love.hate.musicMahala > Social
They're calling it 'Blasphemy Fest' in the Hindu community. In fact there's been so much negative PR, the organisers changed the name from Holi One to the We Are One Colour Festival, just in time for the Jozi leg. In India and Nepal, where the traditional Hindu Holi festival originates, it is a celebration that welcomes spring and all its vibrancy. It’s a day where people are supposed to unite, embrace and celebrate as equals. In Mzansi it's a rave with a coloured dye gimmick, and despite the good vibes, you can only be involved if you've got the money to buy the ticket. Still... it was a good party. read more...
On the Hoof
April 10th, 2013 by Andrei Van Wyk
There have been very few bands that have pushed the boundaries of what can be done in music like Deerhoof, the noise rock outfit from San Francisco. This is definitely one of those bands who have questioned the limits and have drifted on the furthest tangents of imagination. Formed in San Fran in the early 90s, they’ve developed an intricate and devilishly addictive brand of rock, taking influences from free jazz, indie, J-pop and many others. read more...
Popping and Locking for Freedom
April 9th, 2013 by Lindokuhle Nkosi, images by Filipa Domingues
The Creators is a documentary set in South Africa, filmed and produced by Canadian Laura Gamse. It chronicles the work of a number of South African artists, like Faith47 and Warongx, with a heavy and over-played sub-theme on the role hip hop played in combatting apartheid. In it, a South African b-boy suggests that the spread of hip hop in South Africa was somehow a cultural protest against the oppression of apartheid. You know, like he couldn’t sit on a certain park bench because the colour of his skin, and so he decided that the revolution would be a series of suicides and a 720 head spin. read more...
Despot Acoustics
April 9th, 2013 by Dela Gwala, images by love.hate.music
It’s Sunday, I’m sharing a blanket with a youth pastor and marvelling at the fact that you can get Jack Daniel’s in a beer bottle. Bare-thighed and skinny-jeaned legs dangle from the edges of the Voortrekker monument. There are girls with two-toned hair jangling their drinks and shoulders around at the top of a tree. The last time I climbed this hill of Afrikaner pride was the best new year’s eve of my life; my hoodie was soaking up rain water and Yolandi Visser was screeching “jou ma se poes in a fish paste jar” from the main stage. read more...
Tutus by the Pool
April 8th, 2013Mahala > Random Shit
Desmond and the Tutus acting like dorks at a public swimming pool with some shoe polish self tan. read more...
Binky’s Grave
April 8th, 2013 by Sarah Dawson, illustration by Kronk
I once lived in a little garden flat where my landlord had a small 13 year old yappy-type dog. One day Binky, the maltese poodle, fell ill, and my landlord, Mr Keyser, a very pragmatic, DIY kind of guy, thought he ought to preemptively prepare a grave in the back yard, given that she was convincingly slumped limply at death's door. read more...
Rocking the Ubuntu Kraal
April 8th, 2013 by Rob Scher, images by Neo Beats
“Human Rights Day gig – Soweto. Sound good?” I emphatically nod at my pigtail-bunned band companion, envisioning a true roots performance. The ‘hood’, connecting with a representative South African audience and most importantly celebrating the day in the vicinity of the area in which it received it’s significance: Sharpeville. A chance to offload a ton of white guilt in a short space of time, like an enema. I was amped, driving towards Soweto on the morning of March 21st with my brothers, for a truly memorable Human Rights Day. Instead I got the most manicured lawn in Soweto. read more...
Last Sunday
April 7th, 2013 , images by Samora Chapman
Last Sunday in Pietermaritzburg. read more...
