GregVK’s latest single ‘Never Again’ is passionate and impossible to ignore.

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Born out of unimaginable tragedy GregVK’s latest single ‘Never Again’ packs an acoustic-guitar driven punch straight to the heart.

You can hear the pain and the struggle to keep going in every lyric, in every strum of the guitar. There are no pretenses or embellishments, nothing to try and hide the emotion. Everything’s on the table for the world to see and that’s where the magic lies. It’s that openness that draws you in and makes the song relatable to anybody who’s been through an immensely traumatic experience.

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From the opening lines, “look at all that I’ve become/ a wreckage in the shallows,” there’s an edge to GregVK’s voice, a grief that’s almost tangible. The sometimes mournful, sometimes anguished guitar seems to take on a life of its own, helping guide the mood as he comes to terms with what happened and resolves to turn it into strength rather than give in.

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This isn’t just a song. It’s a raw, honest confession from a man who has gone to some dark places but refuses to let himself be defeated, even though that sometimes seems like the only way out.

Have a listen for yourself:

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Androgenius’ self-titled EP is as powerful as it is groovy.

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With their fusion of old-school RnB, soul, funk, hip-hop, and jazz Androgenius have woven a tapestry of sounds and emotions on their self-titled EP.

What makes this EP so interesting is the combination of Androgenius’ get up and dance sound and poignant lyrics. ‘Deviant Days’ is a groovy number about living in the moment and giving in to your impulses and desires while ‘Scene 1, Take 2’ explores the curiosity and fantasising that comes with unrequited love.

‘Waves,’ the fourth track, shows us that there’s a tender side to Androgenius. With only a piano for accompaniment, front-man Al Clapper takes us on an emotional journey through a badly timed yet unavoidable love. The band’s usual sound gets put on hold for a moment as we’re treated to pure, intimate honesty, the kind of honesty that makes you stop whatever you’re doing and just listen.

Whether it’s making you dance or making you feel, this EP will have you in its grasp from start to finish.

Give it a listen below:

 

Elle E’s latest offering “Stereo Child” is the energy boost you didn’t know you needed.

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Elle E‘s latest three-track EP, “Stereo Child” is a fuzz-heavy, cymbal-driven, foot-stomping celebration of music, happiness, and love.

The opening title track explores what it is that makes music so damn addictive. “It modifies the inside of you / never mind what the outside will do” croons Elle E in the chorus as the instruments around her drive the song forward at breakneck speed. There are moments of relative calm here and there, a chance to catch one’s breath, but on the whole this song is a balls-to-the-walls salutation to good times.

“Happy Days” is a fuzzy, feel-good ode to those days where the sun is at just the right temperature and everything feels right in the world. Unlike “Stereo Child” this song has more of an ebb and flow to it, with softer sections that wouldn’t sound out of place on a Velvet Underground record, balancing out her trademark garage rock choruses.

Things get real heavy in “With You” as the instruments swap out rhythms like people swap out outfits when getting ready for a night out. Proving that she’s a romantic at heart, Elle E sings about that perfect kind of love where you never want to be separated as the music moves between steady, focused verses and head-bang worthy choruses.

“Stereo Child” is one of those EPs that will have you tapping your feet long after the last notes have been played and feeling like you can take on anything that life throws your way.

Do yourself a favour and listen to the EP below:

 

Gig review: The Ides of March was a night of diversity, new beginnings, and good times for all.

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“Beware the Ides of March” wrote Shakespeare in a play about the ill-fated Julius Caesar. Fast-forward to this past Friday and the only thing we had to beware of was the inevitable hang-over we’d all be feeling the next day. With Androgenius, Apollo, and Julia Robert lighting up the stage, Mercury Live played host to a night of diversity and debauchery.

Opening act Androgenius had a quiet confidence about them as they treated the gathering crowd to their unique mix of old school RnB, funk, jazz, hip hop, and soul. A concoction they call Soul Hop. Front-man Al Clapper was on top form as he moved around the stage with the certainty of a man living completely in the moment. His presence was mirrored by his band-mates and together they had the kind of on-stage chemistry that musicians dream about and that should make their single release on the 22nd of March an absolute treat.

For Apollo, the gig held a special significance. It marked the end of one era, as it was their drummer Daniel Nambassi’s final gig behind the kit with them, and the beginning of a new era as they became Son of Leto, and no that’s not a reference to Jared or Shannon Leto, but rather to the Greek Goddess Leto, mother of Apollo. Their set on Friday can only be described as four individuals finding each other’s groove and setting the stage on fire. The combination of flamboyant guitarist, live-wire front-man, chilled-out keyboardist, and so-stoked-with-life drummer created a performance fitting of that moment in their history.

And then it was Julia Robert’s turn to do their thing and they did it the only way they know how: with jokes, laughter, and a kick-ass performance. Their musicianship was impeccable and their rapport with the crowd was wonderful throughout as they made everyone feel as comfortable as old friends at a braai by the pool. The foursome’s disco-funk was nothing short of infectious and guaranteed that all eyes were on them, and that Mercury became the only place anybody wanted to be as we partied our way into Saturday morning.

While times may have changed the best parts of the Ides of March have lived on and they were embraced with abandon on Friday night. It was a night of drinking and dancing and living in the revelry of the moment, a middle-finger to anything and everything that doesn’t bring us happiness.

Politely experimental and inconsistent in quality. A review of David Gray’s ‘Gold in a Brass Age.’

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The thing about David Gray is that we’ve probably seen the best of him already. His fourth album, ‘White Ladder,’ is the benchmark to which the rest of his catalogue will always be compared. So how does ‘Gold in a Brass Age’ stack up? If anything, the album is a microcosm for Gray’s career as a whole. ‘White Ladder’ aside, everything else he’s done has been hit or miss and ‘Gold in a Brass Age’ is no different.

The first few songs find Gray experimenting and playing with different arrangements as he tries to find originality in today’s ever-changing musical landscape. As with any musical experimentation there’s always the chance that it could go horribly wrong but there are a few songs that charm their way to success such as the title track, ‘Gold in a Brass Age.’ With a fantasy-filled, light-hearted accompaniment Gray tries to figure out what’s going on in his mind, his husky voice contrasting beautifully with the light, happy-go-lucky melody lines.

Then there’s ‘Furthering,’ perhaps the most experimental track on the album which goes more in the direction of dream-pop, but takes all conventional song-writing wisdom and throws it out the window. Rhythmically it’s all over the place as new verses start in the most unexpected places, but that’s by no means a bad thing. The abnormal rhythms create a very unique kind of tension that holds the listener’s attention throughout.

Apart from one or two other songs, there’s not much else to write home about. The second half of the album gives way to less imaginative, more repetitive tracks like the monotonous ‘It’s Late,’ and ‘If 8 Were 9’ which, in an attempt to be experimental, ends up sounding as forced as an introvert trying to have a good time at a night-club.

David Gray has to be applauded for being brave enough to try new things in his songs, a few of which pay off and lead to some lovely moments. But on the whole, ‘Gold in a Brass Age’ finds itself missing as many times as it hits.

You can stream the album here.

Review: Bonbonvillon’s debut single is moody and strangely comforting

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We’ve all been there. It’s something-o’clock in the morning and the end credits roll on the final episode of your Netflix binge. You look around with bleary eyes, unsure of what’s real and what’s not, unsure of how you ended up on the couch in the first place. It’s this dark moment in the cycle of escapism that is perfectly captured by self-proclaimed Capetonian bedroom musician Bonbonvillon in his darkly ethereal debut single ‘Television’s on but There’s Nobody Home.’

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Bonbonvillon’s effect-laden voice oozes out, calm and strangely reassuring, like a mad preacher comforting a congregation of heart-broken, sleep-deprived souls as the melodies dance around each other, always flirting with the edge of insanity but never taking the plunge. Notes that appear seemingly out of nowhere and unexpected breaks only add to the underlying sense of madness and keep stagnation at bay in this ode to insomnia.

Bonbonvillon’s first offering is unique in its soundscape and excellent in its delivery, turning a sensation experienced by so many into a comforting sonic journey.

Stream the single here.

Watch the video here.

Bang-overs and Hang-overs: The Medicine Dolls ‘A Compulsion To Ruin’ launch party exceeds expectations

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Friday night was a night of debauchery, head-banging, and mosh-pits as the die-hard rock ‘n’ roll community united to celebrate the launch of The Medicine Dolls’ latest offering in their ever-growing catalogue of EPs, ‘A Compulsion to Ruin.’ Naturally they weren’t the only the only band lighting up the stage as The Dodgy Odds, Elle E, and Julia Robert were on hand to turn the night into a party while DJ Swamp Girl kept the good times going between sets.

The sex-funk rock ‘n’ roll of The Dodgy Odds got the ever-growing crowd in the mood with the opening set of the night. As their epic bass-lines and impossible-to-ignore rhythms spread through the air so the energy levels lifted until everyone was dancing, no matter how many left feet they had. By the time Elle E took to the stage with her sultry garage-rock wizardry the fuse had been lit and her electric performance made it burn harder and faster, bringing it close to detonation before Julia Robert got to have their bit of fun.

Resplendent in white and perfect in synchronicity Julia Robert calmly and confidently navigated their way through their set without compromising on intensity as they held the crowd’s undivided attention from beginning to end and set the perfect platform for The Medicine Dolls to blow the roof off the place.

And that’s exactly what they did. As they blitzed their way through songs old and new, each as brilliantly executed as the next, the dance-floor became a sea of indiscernible bodies as people head-banged and moshed as though their lives depended on it. By the time they left the stage there wasn’t a single body free of sweat and smiles as everyone tried to catch their breath enough to order yet another drink from the bar.

Stream ‘A Compulsion To Ruin’ here.