Mandla Mlangeni’s trumpet blows the sounds of blackness as beautiful young and established jazz players lit a fire in the austere DSG hall. With the opening track dedicated to those without a home, the aptly titled Homeless blew me away; I didn’t expect such a young man to play such distilled — awaiting to be
By Sheena Stannard: This techno, clowning music show launches us into an immediate state of childlike glee. Swedish Sirqus Alfon is on a mission to spread enjoyment, love and self-belief. Using incredible digital tricks and visual illusions with technical high jinks, the three clown musos intoxicate the 400 of us in the Guy Butler Theatre
Giant speakers armed with the trumpeting sounds of Fredrik Noren dunking and dipping first to third valves of the trumpet echo through Saint’s Bistro. Nicholas Williams on piano transports you out of any grey areas through black and white keys. The sound of the Gretsch cymbals played by Kevin Gibson continuously hit you into reality.
Without introduction, the quintet struck their notes and stated their African roots, starting off with the traditional Kudala, immortalised by The Blue Notes, with the European horns wafting the refrain with aplomb. At 10.30pm Saints, which is the venue for the Standard Bank Jazz & Blues Cafe, was full, most eyes drinking in the dexterity
There is always the music: Dutch musicians push into uncharted territory at the National Arts Festival, and aren’t afraid to fail. What happens when you play the wrong note? You carry on. The wrong note becomes the right note, it’s where you go from there that counts. And it does count, because music counts. Literally.
If it’s just sinking in that the Cape Town Fringe is happening. That’s okay, we love you anyway. It’s also okay because, although a lot of shows have been and gone, there’s still a week of fest left and there’s a lot of great stuff coming up, or still happening. If you’ve been having it,
“I’m not ready for this. Yho! I’m not ready for this,” annouced a young woman pacing outside the Alma Cafe in apparent mild distress yesterday. It later turned out she was quite ready, but she had me wondering exactly what ‘this’ was going to be and whether I shouldn’t be more prepared somehow. What required
I found myself in Obs yesterday with a bit of time to spare and so wandered into Recreation Records, which is one of a handful of good second-hand vinyl stores in Cape Town. Idly flipping through the jazz, blues and South African music crates in the hope of finding a rare gem at a steal,
STRAIGHT or funked up jazz, it did not matter to festinoes who hollered, stomped their shoes and beat their palms in joy at two different concerts at the Standard Bank Jazz festival on Wednesday night. The big name was Australian James Morrison and his quartet. Introduced as the greatest multi instrument-playing jazzo in the world
As usual, they start without introduction: a rolling interplay between guitar and bass, Jephta coming in after setting the ball downhill rising rapid to blow out Kyle holding tight, fingers inside and out the piano holding that middle string. And off again, electric drums flaring, horns blowing in Jephta riding and pushing the wave keeping