God may forgive your sins, but your nervous system won't.

LMG 50^th Issue Party at Mercury Live, CT Zonnebloem

LMG the Live Music Guide to all things epic celebrated the release of their 50^th free music magazine (yes, entirely free) on Friday night in Cape Town. Mercury has never been so riddled with musicians, photographers, reviewers, and fans. The awesome event showcased only the crème de la crème of Cape Town’s scene.

Taxi violence opened the event around 21:30 and impressed the hoards with their acoustic set featuring some friends from other local bands, We Set Sail and The Sleepers. Then it was over to the baby-dolls of Rockabilly, Peachy Keen followed by the kings of 80s attitude SABRETOOTH and finally Taxi Violence’s more energetic stuff with a glitter-clad axel-grinder man. (True story.)

Taxi Violence’s acoustic set was pleasantly pumped and got the people moving, Skinheads and Hippies alike (fascinating, I know). I couldn’t see anybody standing still while Peachy Keen took to the stage. They’re a duel fronted hillbilly rock poppy blues jumble band with very sexy vocal harmonies by tattooed fifties pin-up dames Dominic Otto and Alex Wise. I am ashamed to admit it was the first time I’ve seen them play and I am officially a devoted fan. They absolutely put the roll back in Rock’nRoll which I do applaud but I was far more interested in the hard rock part of the evening that only metalheads could bring.

The changeovers were so seamless that I only noticed SABRETOOTH had set-up because they hauled their signature fans (as in electric hair-blowing machinery not fleshy miscreants) on stage. They blasted the room with 80s inspired progressive hard-rock. The technically brilliant masters of their craft shredded their way through a powerful and ballsy set straight to the heart of the chaos. Stage diving fans hurled their bodies off stage into a writhing pit of muscles, leopard-skin, headbands and hair. The band was tighter than their leather pants and the only things beating faster than their drummers pedals were their man-crushes’ pulsing hearts.

Gyppo-pirate-hooker-rockers, punks, drunks and afro-funks hit the floor in a big way to party in honor of LMG’s contribution to the Music industry. The bizarre combination of patrons is a testament to the diverse appeal of the music magazine. Shout out to Mike ‘LMG’ Smith and his crew: “Hail!”

Bands like Enmity, A Walk with the Wicked, Heathens, AB Turbo, Fox Comet and The Sleepers rocked-out in the crowd showing their support.
What a sterling night! The foot of the stage was packed with sweaty happy people bumping about from the very first band until the DJ booth put forward some good old one-hit-wonders and some classic 70s/80s tunes till 3ish… everything after that gets a little messy.

Quality drink specials all night may or may not have been a contributing factor to the anorexia of my wallet! And the contrasting growth of my belly!

After a killer international standard event like this I am proud to be a supporter of local music. If you love music and you love Cape Town here are some gems to litter your conscience: Buy local Merch, Don’t bitch about paying entrance, take taxi’s home and will somebody please knit those bouncers some gloves!!!

Epic flashback to the 90s

Hog Hoggidy Hog and The Rudimentals

The self-proclaimed kings of pork-rock, Hog Hoggidy Hog, got together with Cape-Tonian bred ska band, The Rudimentals to fill Mercury Live with sweat, screams and skanking. The much anticipated event kicked off to a full house with their more hardcore friends, The Summer Underground.

The Summer Underground’s performance can be remembered for one or two winning elements; one deliciously 80s intro, they committed to their energy and were fronted with zeal and they performed another number in a style reminiscent of Motorhead (which is always a good thing to hear). However, this was not the wind-milling crowd, time or place. Not yet anyway. The crowd that later proved to be phenomenally exuberant were unswayed by the performance and clearly had one thing on their minds; Skanking.

The Rudimentals brought their brass ensemble on stage with brass balls. The eight-piece ska/reggae/afro-beat band piled on stage to teach the people life lessons. Politics, social-comment, stereotypes and of coarse, how to dance! Building up and chilling out they led the bobbing, skanking, dancing, singing, hopping, jumping, bumping crowd on the journey through the Rudies set. Teboho Bobo Maidza rocked the mic and got literally everyone hollering back and forth. The rest of his crew joined him with harmonies, and unapologetically fun, African dance moves all while playing their instruments. They’ve got mad skills! They teased the audience with tiny selections of jumpable madness interspersed with their mellow groove sound. The audience, now packed like sardines from the foot of the stage right to the doors, was gagging for a release of this pent-up energy. Knowing that the Hogs were on the way only multiplied the tension.

In true Hog Hoggidy Hog style, the pork-rockers blew the roof off Mercury. Not a single intro was complete before the masses went absolutely mental. From their very first lines to the very last word, the audience sang, screamed and skanked to their tunes… more than the band!

Stage divers took their life into their hands diving (and more frequently drunkenly falling) into the middle of an epic typhoon of thrashing, flailing, falling, maiming, skanking, moshing limbs. Everyone, from the rebel kid that looks like he’s ten to the girls that look like Brenda Star, ladies and gents that haven’t done this in a decade and grey-haireds holding fort for the rockers of ages past, were united in a diabolical tangle of liveliness and sweat.

Beers were spilled, hair was tangled, clothes were ripped and make-up smudged. Heels, nails and ankles were broken. Dignity and faces (and sexy ladies) were busted. All in all, exactly what you’d expect from the Hogs!

What a send-off for Hog Hoggidy Hog who are about to take-on the world on their biggest tour yet.