Rum and coke #1: Speedway, what a great venue – huge hall, two bars, one sweaty punk-as-hell stage area and an owner deeply rooted in the old school South African music scene. Good vibes all around… read more...
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Rum, by the glass
August 30th, 2010 by Max Barashenkov, images by Deborah Rossouw
Rum and coke #1: Speedway, what a great venue – huge hall, two bars, one sweaty punk-as-hell stage area and an owner deeply rooted in the old school South African music scene. Good vibes all around… read more...
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Last Sunday
August 29th, 2010 by Pierre De VilliersMahala > Art
Last Sunday, Athlone, 11h56. read more...
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Sins of my Father
August 28th, 2010 by Robin ScherMahala > Movies
Pablo Escobar – the name incites images of secret jungle hideouts, lavish lifestyles, and overweight Spanish men doing lines of cocaine off large breasted, topless women. If that’s what you imagine when thinking of the notorious Colombian drug lord, then Sins of My Father is probably not going to satisfy you. read more...
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The Mau Mau Bejeebies
August 27th, 2010 by Brandon Edmonds
You know those strip malls that began appearing when we swan dived back into the ‘international community’ around the mid-90’s: chain outlets, nail places, shoes paralleling bigger (more branded) brands, bulk buys, generic hardware and software vendors, and a lone coffee spot nursing dreams of morphing into global ubiquity? You do. read more...
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Don’t call me dude, call me mister
August 27th, 2010 by Comrade Sean O’Toole, images by Weegee.
It is sometime in 1943, autumn or winter judging by the man’s jacket. His dark coat looks new and, in the black and white photograph, matches the colour of his neatly combed hair. The man in the photo holds a camera. It is tilted sideways and focused on a wall. In the black and white photograph, the camera’s antique flash has already, or is just about to make that Hollywood sound. Pooof! read more...
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Lucky Town
August 27th, 2010 by Sarah Claire PictonMahala > Music
Up until now, my experience of the intimate downstairs area of Mercury has been dedicated to getting loose to the thrashes of d'n'b… getting sweaty to beats that assault the crowd with dirty audio pleasure. This all changed the night of the 18th. That cold Wednesday night, I experienced what I can only describe as feelings of nostalgia – nostalgia for a time that I was not even a part of, and for memories that didn’t belong to me. Amongst a small gathering, Amsterdam’s underground folk singer-songwriter Lucky Fonz III would be performing, and despite my ignorance to the melodic realm of folk music, I felt a distinct familiarity to the music and to the crowd. read more...
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Personal Mandelas
August 26th, 2010 by Phumlani Pikoli, illustration by Jason Bronkhorst
Smuts Ngonyama once infamously, symptomatically said: "I didn't join the struggle to be poor". We know all about that now! Shit Julius wasn’t even a part of the Struggle - and he’s definitely not struggling being poor. As erroneous and conceited as that statement is though - I get it. Smuts and many others like him heroically “faced the evils of an oppressive system” put in place long before their parents even made eye contact. They deserve acknowledgement, fuck they deserve way more than that read more...
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Bad Lieutenant
August 26th, 2010 by Roger YoungMahala > Movies
At first look, and by most standards, Bad Lieutenant is a batshit crazy film. However in the context of it being a Werner Herzog remake of an Abel Ferrara film starring Nicholas Cage it ends up feeling lazy; a series of easy and crudely handled jokes. This, being a Herzog film, may be the point, a great nihilistic shrug at random cruelties of existence. read more...
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Planet of the Fakes?
August 26th, 2010 by Max Barashenkov, images by Mark Reitz
Talk about failed expectations and let-down hopes. There is a girl, she has a sailor hat on and a fake moustache and she is, perhaps, the hottest thing I’ve seen at the Assembly, ever. I want to fight her boyfriend and hold her hand and tell her beautiful things and dance with her in a magical world. Then the Great Apes take the stage, she takes off her moustache and all dreams crumble. She’s just another non-descript indie girl in a crowd of others just like her. This, sort of, goes for the band as well. read more...
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