Friday, May 28, 2010


"If you get on a bus, you've got to pay. And I think it's fair, you should pay for your ticket" – Paul McCartney

On April 12, during a secret hometown show at the Webster Hall in downtown New York City, LCD Soundsystem’s James Murphy dropped to his knees and begged fans not to leak their new album This Is Happening, due out May 17. “Have a heart,” he pleaded. “We spent two years making this record and we want to put it out when we want to put it out. I don’t care about money. After it comes out, give it to who ever you want. Until then, keep it to yourself.” In the end, it didn’t matter. This Is Happening happened anyway, leaking online just hours before the show, more than a month ahead of schedule.

“When I was a kid, you had to wait for that Iron Maiden record,” Mastodon drummer Brann Dailor told in 2006, bummed about the leak of a “shitty” sounding copy of Mastodon’s third album Blood Mountain.

Read the full story here. On

Thursday, May 27, 2010


* It was all a prank - taking the piss. Check out the video.

NOFX frontman Fat Mike's in trouble again. This time, dressed as alter-ego Cokie the Clown, he quite literally pissed off fans at last week's South by Southwest Festival in Austin, Texas. During the show, Mike handed out free shots of Patron tequila (and even downed some himself). Then, after the show, NOFX screened a video filmed moments before they took the stage that showed Fat Mike pissing in the bottle of tequila backstage. Suggesting that the lovably dysfunctional frontman might be falling apart at the seams, during the show he's said to have openly (and nonchalantly) talked about his best friend hanging himself, smothering his cancer-ridden mother to death with a pillow, getting loaded at his dad's funeral service, ignoring the "Help me!" screams of a rape victim and even milking a hot fan... WTF?

Fucked Up's Damian Abraham described the set as the most depressing and fucked up thing he's ever seen (and he's in a band called Fucked Up). Check out the full story here.

Tuesday, May 25, 2010


This shit is too funny. A friend of mine just sent me a link to Sudanese rapper Bangs' new single "Take U To Da Movies." I laughed my arse off and had to share. Feast your eyes (and ears)...


Bangs on MySpace

Take U To Da Movies


Just a few images I had lying around. Check out the full gallery here.



The blood-drenched freeway to Maritzburg is quiet – at one point, I have to swerve to avoid what looks like a torso in the road. I get into town around 9:30pm. Outside Red Door, a gaggle of car guards huddles around a crackling fire, like weary travelers trying to stay ahead of the mist. Nowhere on Earth feels quite like Pietermaritzburg.

For me, Red Door’s an uncomplicated jolt from the past. Its industrial setting and stark interior is classic late ‘90s alternative rock club chic. The vibe’s intimate and unpretentious. The kind of place that still plays Soundgarden, Nirvana and Black Sabbath. Durban band The Ranks are onstage as I walk in. I find out that I missed Thomas Krane, on first… Bummer. Click here to read the full story on


Isochronous on MySpace
The Ranks on MySpace
Thomas Krane on MySpace

The Tempest
Directed by Brett de Vos

The Curve
Directed by Brett de Vos

Monday, May 24, 2010


It's 2:30pm at Hooters, Umhlanga. "Jacey, try a piece of steak," says Van Coke Kartel bassist Wynand Myburgh, pointing a dripping fork-load of pepper sauce-covered flesh at new drummer Jason Oosthuizen. "Tastes pretty weird," he says, unimpressed. "That's because it was all fat!"

Hours later, with screaming Jedd Kossew on lead guitar and Oosthuizen in the engine room, a new look Van Coke Kartel obliterates Burn Nightclub. The crowd’s an enthusiastic, medium-sized mob of unfamiliar-looking, Afrikaans Durban music fans. And crowd surfing, throwing himself around the stage and even singing, Myburgh looks more fired up than ever. Van Coke Kartel are explosive.

Click here to read the full interview on Speakerbox.


Van Coke Kartel
Voor Ons Stof Word
Directed by Louis Minaar


Thomas Krane

At times, Durban/Toti-based indie folk band Thomas Krane sound sweet and enchanting. The kind of band you could take home and show the folks. Oh how they'd hum along to the pretty acoustic riffs and tender, delicate vocals… at first. It's like dipping your toes in the water. Suddenly, the lake turns black and uncertain. You can't see the bottom. And Thomas Krane’s seemingly innocent acoustic pop shows its teeth. Click here to read the full review on Speakerbox.


Thomas Krane on MySpace
Download Thomas Krane's full debut from Reverb Nation

Wednesday, May 19, 2010


Check out this hilarious episode of The Weakest Link streaming on YouTube starring rap/hip-hop superstars B-Real, Nate Dogg, Xzibit, Da Bratt, DJ Quik, Rev. Run, Young MC and Jermaine. Classic!

"What is three multiplied by four?" - Anne Robinson
"Three multiplied by four? Seven!" - B-Real

"Nate Dogg, why are you keeping your hands in your pocket?" - Anne Robinson

"So I don't steal nothin" - Nate Dogg


The National
High Violet

New York-based indie-rock band The National is at it again, sawing my head open, creeping into my dreams with their dark combination of somber jams, building rhythms and Matt Berninger's bloodthirsty baritone croon. It’s a hard sound to explain, like tranquil disruption or waves of nostalgia crashing on a shore you’ve never seen before (but would love to visit). Click
here for the full review (Speakerbox).

The National on MySpace
Official website


Facing the Gallows - "Drop Dead"

They "story's" called Terrible Metal From South Africa Raises Questions About Globalization. Check it out here. 100 comments and counting (the comments are almost as funny as the article). How the hell do you judge an entire metal scene based on one band. Surely every country's got generic bands crawling around, colonised or not, from metal to indie-rock. And don't these kind of bands all sound the same anyway? Isn't that what metal's all about? Hell, at least their view counts are up.


The offending video:

Facing the Gallows
Hey! I Can See My House From Here
Directed by Chris Carstens

Friday, May 14, 2010


Moved into a new flat, some photos...


Diamond Eyes
Warner Bros/Reprise

In the backwards-red-cap, Adidas and Puma nu-metal glory days, Deftones were always the odd ones out. They seemed to steer clear of straight-up rap-rock clichés, keeping a safe distance behind Chino Moreno’s artier, less generic vocals and their washier, less predictable sound – basically, by not being as dumb. And their reluctance to join the fold has paid off. Here they are, 22 years in, releasing album number six – while Korn can't even keep a band together and Limp Bizkit are a complete joke. Click here for the full review (


Official website

Rocket Skates
Directed by 13thWitness and Kenzo Digital

Wednesday, May 12, 2010


The Get Up Kids
Simple Science
Simple Psyence Recordings

So The Get Up Kids are back together, releasing new music again. Now that is something to write home about. In case you missed them, The Get Up Kids are one of the original pioneers of emotional, post-punk rock – before it had its name dragged through the crud. And their sound’s a fun blend of childlike, heart-on-its-sleeve enthusiasm and articulate, real-world sophistication. They’re only giving four songs (or 16 minutes of music) away, for now, but still... it’s enough. I still can’t get over how fresh they sound.

Since the 2005 breakup, lead singer Matt Pryor has recorded three albums with The New Amsterdams, two with The Terrible Twos (the children’s version of The New Amsterdams) and a solo album. Keyboard player James Dewees did two albums with Reggie and the Full Effect, one with Leathermouth and toured with My Chemical Romance. Guitarist Jim Suptic released an EP and a full-length with his band Blackpool Lights. And bassist Rob Pope kept himself busy with Spoon, White Whale and Koufax (also featuring brother and Get Up Kids drummer Ryan Pope). So you’ve got to wonder what happened to make them go back.

It’s a bit of a strange one. I mean, Imagine you were at The Get Up Kids’ “last” show on July 2, 2005, in their hometown Kansas City, Missouri. Imagine the unhinged emotion of the situation, the finality of it all. Well, unframe those tickets, dust off those once-treasured memories and suck it up. They’re back. And Simple Science cements it.

“Your Petty Pretty Things” is classic, Something to Write Home About-era Get Up Kids – refreshing and nostalgic at the same time, a perfect welcome back. “Keith Case” builds on a dirty, fuzzed up bass line decorated with sonar blips and eerie keys, all kept sane by Pryor’s smooth vocals. “Tommy Gentle” keeps things going and, again, you have to marvel at The Get Up Kids’ songwriting. That’s always been one of their strongest features: their slick, immaculate compositions. Nothing’s out of place, everything fits perfectly.

Closer “How You’re Bound” goes off on a more experimental, six minute tangent. Like The New Amsterdams meets James Dewees. And when the real drums kick in towards the end, with keyboards and drum machines jostling for attention, the change is seamless. It’s a moody, interesting and pretty daring way to end things.

And there you have it, the first new release from Kansas City Gods The Get Up Kids. Over before you know it...


The Get Up Kids on MySpace
Official website

Tuesday, May 11, 2010


CGI/VFX director Adrian Bergoff (Amoskeeto)
Director Gareth Bird (Glob)
Director of photography Dave Aenmay

Hog Hoggidy Hog on MySpace


How do you write about Fokofpolisiekar without sounding like some kind of drooling idiot? You want everyone to see this perfect rock band that you see: the characters, the drama, the fucking insanity! But at the same time, you don’t want them to think you’re chairman of the local fan club.

When I listen to Fokofpolisiekar, I don’t hear the voice of a marginalised Afrikaans generation. I hear five fucked up, dysfunctional kids playing kick ass rock ‘n roll like their lives depend on it. It’s raw, bloody and aggressive, yet wounded, poetic and articulate at the same time. In the movie, lyricist Hunter Kennedy is quick to play down any intellectual focus on his words (or any other ‘grand notions’ circling the name Fokofpolisiekar).

"I don't think that if it gets academic attention it's smart. It (Fokofpolisiekar) achieved something culturally. So it has to be analysed," he says, going on to nonchalantly explain writing lyrics to the music guitarist Johnny de Ridder made on his computer with his diary, a bible and a dictionary. Still, reading the translations in black and white, you know he’s full of shit.

“I'm just a tourist in my motherland, a wounded animal in a cage on antibiotics.”

As a fan, it’s the content that’s most intriguing. People tend to think of Fokofpolisiekar as an overnight success. Like they had their first band practise, high-fived and BOOM, they’re the biggest band in South Africa, first class plane tickets all the way. So it’s pretty interesting to hear about the early days and see footage of them slumming it, selling weed to make ends meet and sharing underwear on the road.

The best bits are when the story tells itself – without a major theme being so thoroughly explored and examined. Like the road trip up to Benoni to record the first EP. The VW tour van that kept breaking down and was eventually abandoned somewhere “in the platteland.” The brawl in Nelspruit. The story of drummer Jaco Snakehead Venter and the time he jumped out of a speeding van mid-argument – when they found him in a bloody heap on the floor he confessed, “I’ve always wanted to try that.” Luckily for him, the doctors saved his arm.

The amount of footage committed to tape, especially in the early days, is staggering – they must have been filming non-stop. And technically, Fokofpolisiekar: The Movie is an impressive combination of archive footage, candid interviews and Liam Lynch’s show-stealing black and white photography. But as a film, Fokofpolisiekar: The Movie lacks a certain conciseness. It often felt like the film was making the same few points over and over again. Like there was a set agenda to get through before the rest of the documentary could get going.

And it’s a bit suffocating. It feels like there’s more to the story, more to the band as individuals, as characters... And as a non-Afrikaans, born-in-England, barely-passed-Afrikaans-in-high-school, half-Indian Fokofpolisiekar fan (a minority of one), I didn’t really “connect” with the film the same way I connect to their music – you know me, ever the outcast.

Still, Fokokpolisiekar: The Movie is an interesting look at Fokofpolisiekar: the band, very much through the eyes of Bryan Little and Fly On the Wall Productions. Fair enough.


Monday, May 3, 2010


Prince of Persia: The Sands of Time launches in South Africa this May 21 and I still can't believe Jake "Donnie Darko" Gyllenhaal's playing the Prince - they all end up in Mickey's back pocket in the end, just ask Johnny Depp. When I first heard about the film, I imagined (read, prayed for) one of those rumoured video game adaptations that never materialises (Gears of War, Halo, God of War). But no such luck... here it is, in all its are-you-kidding-me blockbuster glory.

It's a strange idea, turning a video game into a movie. To me, it still seems a bit insulting - one step up from a ride at Disneyland. I know... movies get based on books, comics, cartoons and "true life" events all the time. So what's the difference, right? The difference, friends, is every video game movie ever made is a steaming pile of money-spinning c-r-a-p. Damn it! I hate that Jerry Bruckheimer!

Here's a look at ten of the worst video game movies of all time:

10. Resident Evil: Apocalypse (2008)

There was a time when only good movies got as far as Part 3. But with Saw 6 showing at cinemas around the country and Twilight 3 due out in June, the idea of the classic trilogy is well and truly dead. It's lost its prestige, thanks to unjustified, forced third chapters like Blade: Trinity, Legally Blondes and The Fast and the Furious: Tokyo Drift (all currently clogging up bargain bins from Incredible Connection to Toys R Us). The first two Resident Evil films weren't bad, Apocalypse is a piece of shit. God awful, in fact.

9. Alone In the Dark (2005)

Once upon a time casting Tara Reid, Christian Slater and Stephen Dorff in the same film would have been financial suicide. By 2005, you could pick them up in a three for one deal. Needless to say, when the script for Brightlight Pictures' film adaptation of popular horror video game series Alone In the Dark arrived, pickings were pretty slim for our three fallen stars. Those rehab bills don't pay themselves.

8. DOA: Dead Or Alive (2006)

God knows I've tried to sit through DOA: Dead Or Alive - even though, technically, the title's Dead Or Alive: Dead Or Alive. I mean, Holly Valance, Jaime Pressly and Devon Aoki kicking ass and throwing themselves around in bikinis. Sounds doable, right? Wrong. It's like a root canal for your eyes and ears. Avoid at all costs!

7. Street Fighter (1994)

Kylie Minogue? Jean-Claude Van Damme?
Street Fighter: The Movie? In 1994, that was the coolest news I'd ever heard. Looking back now, it's tragic on three counts. One: it's the last film Raúl Juliá will be remembered for. Two: Jean-Claude Van Damme was allowed to keep making movies. And three: in 2009, Legend Films and 20th Century Fox felt the need for a second live action Street Fighter flick, Street Fighter: The Legend of Chun-Li. Michael Clarke Duncan, Chris Klein... What the hell were you thinking?

6. Max Payne (2008)

Director John Moore and his team deserve some kind of special award for this one. How the hell do you turn a gritty, dark action, deep film noir classic like Max Payne into this boring, confusing, two dimensional demon fest? It's more Mark Wahlberg than Max Payne. The term "loosely based" has never been so loose...

5. Tekken (2010)

Another adaptation I'll never fully understand. For the love of God, why? Who wakes up one morning thinking, "A movie version of Tekken? Now that doesn't sound like career suicide." Tekken: The Movie was released in Japan in March. An international release seems unlikely (unless you count straight to DVD). And yep, that's Candice Hillebrand as Nina Williams.

4. Hitman (2007)

Who the hell did they have casting Hitman, Andrea Bocelli? Timothy Olyphant as Agent 47 has to be the worst cast film character in video game adaptation, no... film history (I guess Jason Statham was
busy that weekend). And it doesn't help that the plot's just as weak. Note to Hollywood: just because the game's a success, you DO NOT have a movie on your hands!

3. Lara Croft Tomb Raider: The Cradle of Life (2003)

Forget the stupid name, in this sequel Angelina Jolie punches a shark in the face and rides it back up to the surface. Now I ask you, with tears in my bloodshot eyes, does that translate from video game to film? I keep picturing Mitch Buchanan coming out of a cave with a tied up crocodile slung over his shoulder.
Oh the humanity!

2. Wing Commander (1999)

"Help, his career's dead and I think mine might be next!" I still can't believe this one even got made. What was the point? Was the game even that popular? Clearly actors like Freddie Prinze Jr, Matthew Lillard and... what was that chick's name again? just weren't meant for success.

1. Super Mario Bros (1993)

Sometimes going first is no fun at all. In 1993, Bob Hoskins (Mario) and John Leguizamo (Luigi) found out the hard way. Still rated as one of the worst video game adaptations of all time, Super Mario Bros: The Movie is so bad, it's almost good. It's almost in league with shockingly bad classics like Plan 9 from Outer Space and Manos: The Hands of Fate. I still can't believe John Leguizamo bounced back. R.I.P Bob Hoskins. "Yes, it happened. Let us speak no more of it" - Nintendo.


The Menzingers
Chamberlain Waits
Red Scare Records

Ignore the stupid band name, The Menzingers are the band you've been waiting for. Blood, sweat and tears pop-punk with an indie-rock flavour. Sort of like, er... The Lawrence Arms, Polar Bear Club and The Gaslight Anthem meets Roll the Tanks , Dead To Me and The Futureheads. And it sounds like someone's hiding some old Blink 182 albums as well.

I told a friend of mine about The Menzingers. He's got a beard, flesh tunnels, a flat cap, a Jawbreaker T-shirt and a collection of flannel. He told me he saw them at The Fest 8 in Gainesville, Florida. By the end of track four, "Deep Sleep," I wished I'd seen them at The Fest 8 in Gainesville, Florida.

After that "Time Tables" kicks things into high gear with anthemic pop-punk riffs, raspy, old Rise Against style vocals and smooth, black lung choir melodies. "Tasker-Morris Station" is a catchy combination of pop-punk and new wave indie beats. "So It Goes" is straight up punk-rock with a Lawrence Arms twist. And "Rivalries" is my current national anthem.

Chamberlain Waits is honest, in-your-face pop-punk. The Menzingers throw in a few indie, hi-hat beats and the vocals swap from seriously throttled-sounding screams to super melodic, pub-sing-along and melodramatic. Nothing you haven't heard before, but there's an on-edge intensity to it. A constant urgency that never lets up. I
t's got soul.

Red Scare
Mutiny PR


Just when you think, "Hey, Rockstar Games have been a bit quiet lately," out pops a ready made new classic like Red Dead Redemption. To all concerned, Grand Theft Auto: The Western. Imagine the carnage! Red Dead Redemption is due out May 18 worldwide. Check out the trailer (if you haven't already).