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Sunday, January 30, 2011


Hey Skat, so on Thursday night i braved a night in Obslavatory, it's no secret that i don't like Obz much, you might but i don't and that's that. Yes i lived and drank there a long time ago but we don't talk about that. However on this particular thursdee one of my favourite live bands was performing at Obz cafe. Mthwakazi is in my view one of the most exciting, original and groundbraeaking acts  out there, infact i originally wanted to title this post 'MTHWAKAZI: THE PAST, THE PRESENT AND THE FUTURE', but then i sobered up. Tendencies towards hyperbole aside, this band rocks and you should probably check them out, last year i had their cd on repeat for days. I haven't done my research but i think she is operatically trained, at least her voice sounds operatic and she sings in Xhosa; Xhopera is what i like to call her music, slightly oversimplified description of this amazing talent but i'm typing this on a Sunday and it's been a long week so please if you'd be so kind as to lower your literary expectations. And she did not disappoint, well except for the costume changes. One costume for every song, which was a bit of overkill and i think we can safely say she won't be remembered for her style but with a voice like hers i have no doubt she will be able to afford a stylist very soon, and i hope the god of her understanding grants her the wisdom to choose to get one rather than attempting any more outfits on her own. Fair enough i did like the gold coat which is snapped above. Anyway, whilst waiting for Mthwakazi we were treated to three other acts, two of which i enjoyed but it's so much easier to criticize so i'm gonna tell you about the one i didn't enjoy, an unimaginative poet/rapper type who was introduced as 'Nahoum the prophet', i'm not even sure if that's the correct spelling but ag it doesn't really matter. He mostly spit out the usual anti-capitalist rhetoric of victimhood that's very big with the marijuana crowd, it's like his rhymes were frozen in 1996. All this whilst dressed in Guess jeans and Nike sneaks. Capitalism won, pick up the pieces and move the fuck on.


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