Matwetwe. Ace shit. Hyper-relatable. Anchored by a front-porch trio steeped tongue-deep in Spitori’s inventive linguistic twists, featuring a hood genius and his bathroom rapper and business mogul-aspirant… Read more “#Unreview | Matwetwe: Promotional Ideas”
“I mean, we could’ve changed the game mate, innit,” says a distressed Thembalamagumsha Khuzwayo a day after the world-renowned hashtag, which has been attributed to Twitter User… Read more “#Satire | “It was a missed opportunity” – #MenAreTrash Denialist”
So I had time to ear T.U.R.K’s 199x project. Great initiative. He decided to settle for a more mature, neo-melodic, soulful-yet-friendly, boom-bap sound with conscious raps and… Read more “#GuestPost | Album Review: 199x By Dallas T”
In today’s episode of what the fuck Internet?!, a man’s wits were caught unfurling by a by-stander’s phone, who snappily upsailed the indignant material to Facebook.
People who’ve no frigging clue how these innercity Jozi streets operate act all forms of shook when their outsider asses encounter even the slightest of discomforts. Such… Read more “#Satire | Man Loses Plot, Arrests Another For Being At The Wrong Place, At The Wrong Time”
AKA outdid himself on his third studio album – because 24/7/365 is a mixtape – Touch My Blood. His mixture of conventional pop song structure, unforgettable melodies… Read more “#Featured | 7 Pop Culture References on AKA’s Touch My Blood Album”
Mr. Eazi returns to level out and one-up the playing field with a meaty collection of Bankufied magic on Life is Eazi Vol. II: Lagos to London,… Read more “#Review | Mr Eazi’s Life Across Two Cities Is A Breeze”
Prissy book lovers and their frivolous publishers got the shock of their lives when news emerged that this year’s entries for the K. Sello Duiker Memorial Award… Read more “#Satire | Literatti Gone Rogue”
Sakumzi Qumana’s phone sounds an alert. It’s a text message informing him that his copy of Michael Jackson’s Dangerous album has arrived at his favourite record store… Read more “#Throwback | When Johnny Cradle Were Mixing Their uLate Single”
Feeling like I slept through a week whereby some earth-shattering, course-changing shit took place.