Jozifest Burns Down the Highway Skyline

one small seed — Tue, 07 Feb 2012 14:34:21 +0000

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Picture this, directly underneath the M1 Highway is a stage blaring the most potent of dub-step; non-stop. A sea of possessed bodies going crazy giving way to sound at the speed of 140bpm – repetitively. It’s a powerful sound that gives impetus to move like possessed junkies.

Its high energy, charged with the kind of electric feel MGMT sing of and just simply the stuff an epic party is made of. Just a few feet away is another crowd, with a low hanging cloud of smoke and the smell of Mary Jane in the air, bopping to the sounds of the reggae soul of Tidal Wave. Around the corner in a little nook is some hardcore drum ’n bass enough to break ya’ fucking neck. Jozifest boasted three stages; The Mash stage, The Monster Energy stage and the KillCool Stage. The Mash stage was truly pumping!

In the heart of Newtown, the alternative capital, The Mills complex provided the platform for one of the most fervent celebrations of live music in the city of Johannesburg. Jozifest emphatically brought back live music festival culture to the very pulse of Joburg living. Too often, one has to slum it out in the ‘bundus’ to get a fix of raw live performances and a taste of live music festivals. In a different strand, Jozifest unlike Oppikopi, Synergy or Rocking the Daises, ditches the veld to bring a Live Music Festival to the fabric of the city of Johannesburg.

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The poster reads: ‘One Weekend, 11 International Acts and over 40 of South Africa’s most renowned artists!’ The organisers delivered on that promise, though there were some bands missing in action due to last minute cancellations or for whatever reasons. I could have sworn there were more and more artists as the line up just kept getting better. Big-ups has to go to the organisers (Cool Runnings, Fourways; Killcool; Hilltop Live; Monster Energy ) for plugging in some of South Africa’s biggest live acts. The programme featured aKing, Zebra and Giraffe, Fokofpolisiekar, Double Adapter, Taxi Violence, Tasha Baxter, Popskaar, Foto Na Dans, Lark and Josie Field to name but a few local smashing acts. Never mind the fact that crowd puller – Die Antwoord - snubbed the fest last minute to make an appearance at the David Letterman show, the turnout was beyond massive. It really shows the hunger for live music in Jozi.

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I guess my only side eye was the frantic shuffle in programme, which meant I missed some of my favoured acts. Lark was scheduled to perform in the afternoon on Sat, but while spinning in the vortex of dubstep; heard I missed them in the evening. What the fuck.

On the main stage, Tidal Waves murdered everyone with some reggae blues. ‘Original music for original people’ is their mantra and boy do they deliver. These guys are so talented they had me wondering where the hell they have been considering they have been in this game for 10 years. Tasha Baxter was lively on stage. I charge the organisers with a crime, a good crime: there was just so much variety to choose from. Good quality music is rare nowadays and to be spoilt with an awesome line up like this is a treat.

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I set out to achieve three things at Jozifest.

1) Get a long overdue education on dub-step; its music I dig, but constantly get twisted. My ignorance comes to mind, when I once chirpily Tweeted that Spoek Mathambo had some sort of dub-step vibe and being met with a strong disapproving ‘I hate that shit’ response from Spoek. So you can understand just how essential dub-step 101 is.

2) Interview as many bands and get them to say something quirky but secretly stupid for one small seed.

3) To document the weirdest encounters, that so often transpires at music fests.

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First objective, well it kind of happened randomly. I spotted a lonesome tired looking chicky seated on a dilapidated couch in the VIP room. In an attempt to be funny, I quipped to my friend: ‘she looks like she would know a thing or two about dub-step.’ Hang on, so it turns out it’s Dj Sideshow post her crazy set, which I missed but heard some awesome reviews. I had no cooking clue that the figure behind Sideshow is a female. ‘I made it rain’ she says, she is not joking. It had literally started raining. As her set unfolded, the heavens had poured down.

So Dj Sideshow explains that they are different types of dub-step. That much I get. ‘Dub-step is about different levels and raising basslines.’ She says she is more gangster. I laugh, and then revert back to a straight face. She explains that she infuses hip-hop sounds into the bass and reverberant drum patterns that are classically dub-step. It’s quite a deep sound. Another Dj that impressed was Kennedy, who for a moment looked ready to launch himself into the crowd. I have never in my life moved with such imprecision and lack of rhythm, but oh so content with it. Those are the makings of a solid Dj.

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With my all access pass, I really had the freedom to interview any band. But in a frustrating turn, I ended playing an annoying game: ‘hunt-the-band’. Who knew that spotting bands and artists, in a sea of mass produced hipsters of the same ilk would be so hard? aKing, Zebra and Giraffe, Grooverider, Sub-Zero; I have only this to say, ‘where the fuck were you guys?’ Granted I don’t know what half of you folk look like anyway.

Spotted Tamara Dey all chilled out supporting local talent which leads to the begging question: ‘how the hell was Flash Republic not invited to perform?’ Organisers, please note that the flash generation is anticipating a Flash republic appearance next year. I love those guys, but let me rather take this rant to Twitter instead. She whispered in my ear that she is working on a solo project that feeds off her interest in fashion and music. Watch that space.

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I hijacked Paulo and Rui from 340ml just before they were going to go rock on. I ask them what they are about to serve up with their set? ‘Short and powerful’ says Rui. I dig these guys muchly. Paulo was quite chuffed that the Festival has found a new home in Newtown as this place is their ‘first love.’ Did I mention how laid back and cool these guys? Cooler than a Maputo sun downer.

In all honesty, there is no rosy way to say this: shit got real and then hit the fan. Just the way I like it; crazy, more crazy, throw in a bit of debauchery, some cotch on the shoes and you know a music fest has delivered the goods.

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Also managed to have a fleeting moment with Josie Field while chilling with her posie in the VIP lounge. I make fun of the fact that did she get an invite coz her name phonetically resembles Jozi? Ok, lame joke but an ice-breaker nonetheless. In actual fact, we had chatted before but was cool seeing her in her true element; in a live music environment. What we both observe is the diversity on display. There was everything for everyone; dub-step, electro, rock, alternative rock, acoustic sounds and reggae. There were stalls, beer chugging, the distinct boerie on the sizzle, the occasional slip in the gutter. There were all kinds of hipsters, conscious afro dread brothers, the jock, vintage gays, mini-skirt girls and more.

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Words: Saint-Francis Tohlang

Images: Tomorrow Never Happened

UPDATE: Please note changes have been made to this article. The original full-length version has been uploaded. There were some critical errors that have been amended, and we apologize for the misinterpretations made, particularly around the dub-step genre. Big-ups to Steve aka Audiophile for filling us in on the comments he’s been getting.

Thanks for all those who read the piece and have been commenting on it.

Hasta la vista Pablo!

one small seed — Mon, 18 Apr 2011 11:43:40 +0000

Last week Saturday saw the return of The Succulent’s highly successful annual Afrika Burns fundraiser – ‘Pablo’s Summer Send Off’ – at Ibis House and as expected, this tribute to beats under the sun was one hell of a jam.

The Succulents are an open collective of Capetonians who raise funds throughout the year for their annual Afrika Burns project. This year they’re building a giant cactus dance dome to host the best in psychedelic trance way out in the dusty, hot nowhere. Whether it’s a real cactus or just a few drops in your water bottle, it’s still all about the burning. But back to Pablo…

Pablo’s Summer Send Off has become a regular feature on the Cape Town party calendar over the past couple years, with its mid-April date firmly entrenched in the minds of its loyal devotees. The event is held at what has become affectionately known as ‘Ibis House’ – a palatial private manor in the heart of Constantia – with rolling lawns, vegetable gardens, countless dark corners and an oversized swimming pool. Nothing like being trashed amongst the tomatoes and green grass, with a slushy.

: Rolling lawns and summer sun!

The event was brilliantly put together, with meticulous attention paid to all the finer details that make a party, well, a PARTY. The décor was understated, rather than in your face; the booze was cold and plentiful (with even a frozen margarita machine on hand when sweats were being broken); the sound was loud and crisp with one crazy line up of local DJ’s; and the crowd was limited to just 250, lending a feel of both intimacy and exclusivity. The dreaded munchies were also catered for, with a pop up Butler’s Pizza booth dispensing life saving party fuel.

: Poolside beats under palm trees.

With a midday kick off, the party was a marathon and not a sprint. Early afternoon beats were provided by (the mercurial) Fletcher and Haasbroek, before 7ft Soundsystem graced the decks with their stellar early evening dub set. If you haven’t seen these two live before, make sure you get to their next gig. A fresh change to what most clubs seem to offer these days, their style is a feel-good flavour of reggae, dub, dancehall and (on occasion) even dubstep all featuring in the mix – ideal sunset beats! The real dance floor destroyer of the night however proved to be Kennedy, with his high-energy electro monsters that turned the crowd into a frenzied mess of bodies. Frozen margaritas flew everywhere as banger after banger blared through the speakers, leaving an aftermass of pink fabric and sticky skin. It was the stuff of summer dreams!

If Pablo’s was anything to go by, then make your way to the giant cactus in the desert. These Succulent folks sure know how to throw a party…

Words By: Cameron Duncan

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Hasta la vista Pablo!