They Do Make ’em Like They Used To

Photo courtesy of Kerrang

Greta Van Fleet, a band comprising three brothers and a drummer, hailing from Frankenmuth, Michigan, named after a Frankenmuthian woman, and with a combined age of 21 became rock ‘n’ roll’s hottest commodity before their debut album ‘Anthem of the Peaceful Army’ was even released.

Their Led Zeppelin-esque sound has proven to be as divisive as anything Billy Corgan blurts out with supporters passionately defending them and nay-sayers ridiculing them for their “old-fashioned” sensibilities. Whichever side you fall on, you can’t deny that Greta Van Fleet is the most gripping thing to happen to the rock world since My Chemical Romance broke millions of young hearts almost six years ago.

At a time where bands are either going commercial or settling for being on pop-culture’s back-burner Greta Van Fleet proudly fly their freak-flags high which begs the question: Just how did four kids from a previously unknown town with a sound straight out of yester-year become the most talked about act at last year’s installment of Coachella?

Photo courtesy of Sacramento Press

It probably has something to do with the timing of their break-out. We’re at a point where people who were around at the height of guitar-rock’s dominance share the world with generations that have heard of Led Zeppelin and Rush only as faint whispers of a time gone by. Their sound is old enough to attract the ears of older generations and they’re young enough to draw the gaze of the social media generation.

Then there are the people in the middle. The newly fledged adults whose parents were smart enough to pass the glory of their youth on. A generation that largely suffers from nostalgia for a time of acid-fueled parties, peace and idealism, lofty ideals and the belief that maybe we could all love one another, a nostalgia-trip with guitar rock as its soundtrack. Greta Van Fleet are simultaneously familiar and exotic, a warm embrace from the past and an epic discovery from the present.

All of this is, of course, ignoring the sheer class of the band and the beauty of their music. Guitar rock was the last bold step that “pure” rock ‘n’ roll took before technology became the new fascination. Perhaps there’s something hidden in the genetic code of rock ‘n’ roll fans that knows it wasn’t done with us yet.

Whether you love them or hate them, no one can deny that Greta Van Fleet is the answer to that tired old gripe, “They don’t make ’em like they used to,” and maybe they’re the trigger rock ‘n’ roll needs to take its place at the top of the musical hierarchy.

Click to stream ‘Anthem of the Peaceful Army.’



A Two Track Teaser From The Raconteurs

the-raconteurs.jpgI was a Raconteurs virgin before ‘Sunday Driver’ and ‘Now That You’re Gone’ came out, and to be honest I didn’t think much of them after the first listen, but I figured I should listen to their older stuff for some context. Listening to them again I realised that maybe I had been a bit harsh first time around. Maybe there’s some subliminal hypnosis at work?

‘Sunday Driver’ is riff-heavy and chugs along with that unmistakable energy that comes from anything Jack White related. As you can tell from the title it has something to do with the open road and escaping and blah blah blah, but as with all good cliches it’s given an original spin, mind the pun. Just when you think you have a grasp of the song a Beatles-esque bridge comes and goes so smoothly you barely notice how out of place it is, like a motel on Route 66 that fits in so well you think it’s been there since the dawn of time.

‘Now That You’re Gone’ has a more romantic feel to it. Once again it relies on a thematic cliche – a lost love – and once again, Jack White and co. give it its own identity. The contrast between gentle chorus and punchy verse is striking without being obnoxious and there’s a flow between sections that keeps it alive and interesting.

‘Sunday Driver’ and ‘Now That You’re Gone’ give us a little glimmer of hope that what’s to come from The Raconteurs might be able to hold a candle up to what’s come before.


A Different Kind Of Medicine


The Medicine Dolls have released the fourth EP in their ever-growing discography. ‘A Good Chance Of Bad Weather’ signifies a step in a somewhat new direction for a band known for their edgy, post-punk sound.

This small step into the new is evident from the jump as the title-track comes to life with an single note from an electronic organ that marches on through the opening bars, soon being joined by Greg Allan’s voice. A surprise for seasoned fans will be the increased use of the bass. As it forays into unexplored territory it brings a new dimension into the band’s sonic universe. It becomes evident that this EP is going to fall on the more romantic section of their spectrum as Allan says “I want to love you darling creature, I want to kiss your fucking soul.”

The organ finds more footing in ‘Careful Affection’ creating an eerie, carnival-for-the-disturbed feeling. The mood of the song is heightened by tempo named lethargy and a voice fighting to remain calm in the midst of turmoil. The song sounds like the beginning of the fourth stage of grief. There’s a sense of pain and restraint that’s brought across well by the aural landscape. The final track brings us back to the familiar ground that fans have come to love and know.

It’s the familiar with just a hint of experimentation. As if it went on holiday and came back with a new perspective on things. ‘Sick Little Cynics’ has the same old, born-from- experience cynicism that their previous offerings introduced. The energy, driving rhythms, moody guitar, and the dynamics that keep it interesting and alive are there. The only down-side is that you can almost hear a few of their older songs in it, but it’s still the strongest track on offer.

‘A Good Chance Of Bad Weather’ has an experimental feel as The Medicine Dolls try to find new dynamics to add to their arsenal. For the most part it strays from the sound that made them a name on the Cape Town scene but it was a calculated risk that paid off.

You can listen to the EP here.

It’s More Human Than Usual.


Muse, A band known for their epic, dystopian sound have taken a step into the intimate unknown. Coming off the back of their mammoth ‘Drones’ world tour they have released a new single called ‘Something Human’ with an accompanying video that could be mistaken as a trailer for a video game (Link below.)

Taking a step away from the dystopian currents that have always run through their music, ‘Something Human’ shows us a more vulnerable side to the band. It’s known by now that extensive touring can take a lot out of musicians and Muse are no exception. It’s a song filled with the exhaustion that can only come after spending months on the road and performing night after night. In that exhaustion is a sense of calm that comes from knowing that soon you’ll be able to rest. “My circuits are blown” says Matt Bellamy matter-of-factly as a gentle pop riff flows around him with the soft strains of a guitar gliding gently on top.

Sounding like a down-played homage to The Police’s ‘Every Breath You Take,’ the song is set on the last stretch back home as the band accepts their “self-imposed” exhaustion while travelling the “ten thousand miles left on the road.” The last ten thousand miles before they can be back with their loved ones. Matt Bellamy and co. manage to create a sonic landscape that perfectly describes the feeling behind the song. Delicacy runs throughout, even in the second verse where the energy picks up it’s still expertly handled before calming down as the song enters the last leg of its journey. A weight gets lifted and replaced by serenity. The long journey is almost over.

Muse took a chance by moving away from their usual landscape and it paid off. What we have here is something that’s honest and affective. It’s not the best song in the world but it achieved what it set out to do. It let us look into a very vulnerable side of the performing world that few people ever really get to see.

Watch the video here.





The Dark Prince brought his good word to the people of Istanbul.


It was a hot Tuesday night in the city of Istanbul and most people were going about their business completely unaware of the chaos-bomb that was about to go off in this already chaotic city. The godfather of gothic rock, the messiah of darkness, the protector of all that is broken and grotesque Nick Cave, with the support of his supernaturally talented band The Bad Seeds, brought his brand of hedonism to the Istanbul Jazz Festival. 

It was a night that will be forgotten by few, if any, as the band serenaded and bombarded the audience with songs old and new. It started with a moving rendition of ‘Jesus Alone’ in which Cave invited a lucky man from Iran on to stage and serenaded him for a bit before sending him back into the congregation. Three songs in and the party began. Nick Cave and The Bad Seeds delivered a powerful rendition of ‘Do You Love Me?’ which blew ears and battered hearts in a way that no recording ever could.

This was the general feeling for the next few songs as they plowed through ‘From Her To Eternity’ and ‘Red Right Hand’ before toning it down with probably the most anticipated song of the night. Cave told the gathered masses that it was time to sing along and immediately the anticipation rose. Whispers started fluttering through the park as people tentatively believed that it would be ‘Into My Arms.’ As those iconic opening chords rang out into the Istanbul sky a brief cheer broke out before a calm settled among Cave’s disciples. The soft whispers of a mumbled first verse eased its way between bodies before those whispers turned into a full voiced cry of adoration in the chorus. Tears streamed down faces as the voices of many became the voice of one like the purest choir before a Sunday mass.

A few songs later and the ballads, the tears, and the romantic heart-ache came to an end thanks to a raucous rendition of ‘Tupelo’ which included much kicking, both of invisible entities and helpless objects on stage, from Cave as he whipped the crowd into a frenzy like a crazed puppet-master. Spontaneity is ever the name of the game at a Nick Cave concert and he didn’t disappoint as he disappeared down into the sea of his worshipers before appearing on the golden circle enclosure. Hands reached up and his reached down as he preached his song to which to weep, a Messiah delivering the good-word to those who need it.

A fitting pre-goodbye came two songs later when, with the help of some followers who had been allowed on stage during ‘Stagger Lee’, Cave brought everything to a soothing halt with ‘Push The Sky Away.’ Hands pulsated in the night sky, almost of their own accord, as the congregation did their best to follow the commands bestowed on them by their lord and saviour. After much begging and pleading the band came on for an encore that started with ‘City of Refuge’ before being hung from the ‘Rings of Saturn’ as they said goodbye one final time.

On the 10th of July 2018 a moment of magic was experienced by a select few in Istanbul. Mic stands were kicked off stage, sheets of music were sent flying, mics were thrown, and exorcisms were performed. It was a night that will live on in the memories of Cave’s disciples for many years to come.

Don’t be a dick.

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A while back I was posed a rather difficult question. Not so much because I had to break my brain to get to the answer, but more because it confused (and saddened) me quite a bit. The question was whether I like The Beatles or The Rolling Stones. After a millisecond of thought I said that I liked them both, an opinion declared to be incorrect by the purveyor of the question. Of course I had to disagree with him because, believe it or not, it’s possible to like both of them but he wasn’t having any of it. When asked why it had to be one or the other he couldn’t offer any supporting statements except that that’s the way it has to be. He was so adamant that I started to wonder what evils I was inviting into the world by liking both bands.

I didn’t give him much time or thought because he was clearly still caught in the marketing trap that put these two bands on opposite ends of the sixties rock and roll spectrum. But every now and then I find myself thinking about that question, one that was asked in the inebriated early hours of a day long forgotten and probably inconsequential to the universe. The more I find myself thinking about it, and the more I look at what other members of the music community are saying the more I notice a sense of elitism and tribalism. It’s either The Beatles or The Rolling StonesNirvana or The Smashing Pumpkins, Led Zeppelin or… well no one because it’s Led Zeppelin.

Not only is it completely ridiculous, in my opinion, but it’s also destructive. The world of rock and roll is one that’s being forced back underground, in many ways. It doesn’t dominate the charts the way it did in the twentieth century and it’s a rare occurrence to hear an offering from bands like The Pretty Reckless or Placebo on mainstream radio. Of course there are bands that put themselves under the banner of rock and roll who do fairly well in the current musical zeitgeist, but they’re still in the minority. What’s started to happen is that the world of rock has become divided. Everyone’s in camps, sometimes by choice and sometimes not, waving the flags of their favourite bands and hurling cutting insults at anyone who disagrees with their completely-objectively-correct opinions.

And Heaven help you if you appear to have an opinion that differs from every other person in your camp. You’ll be lucky to get out of there with even a little scrap of self-confidence left. Your opinions will be beaten down until you begin to wonder why you bothered having any in the first place. Anyone that has been in that position, and I’m sure most people have, will understand the feeling of doubting why they listen to the bands they do. It’s a breeding ground for insecurity.

The thing is that music is an art form, and all art forms are viewed through a subjective gaze. Sure, there are technical aspects that can be scrutinised and criticised but at the end of the day you like what you like because it sends ripples through every life-event that has made you who you are. There is no right or wrong. There is only taste and there is no steadfast rule dictating what good taste is.

So basically, if you’re a music elitist maybe it’s time to step back and let others have a say, and if you’re someone who finds themselves on the receiving end of opinionated attacks, take solace and draw confidence from the fact that everyone is merely spewing their opinions and probably has no more authority than you do.

P.S. Be nice to Nickelback fans. They’re people too.

A Good Chance Of A Good Time

Meds EP


It’s a rainy Thursday night and the cold, drenched denizens of Cape Town have started filtering into The Shack in search of warmth and a drink. It doesn’t take me long to find Greg Allen, the frontman of The Medicine Dolls and my interviewee for the night. After walking through the labyrinthine bar with a draught in one hand and a cigarette in the other for a few minutes we find a spot that’s quiet enough for us to speak about their new EP, ‘A Good Chance of Bad Weather’, among other things.


“Sonically it’s more and it’s less at the same time than the last ep.”


After a bit of banter, just to check that my recording devices are working, we get to talking about their new material, set to be launched on the 6th of July. A band known for their unique sound filled with hedonism and heartbreak, their latest offering promises to unleash more of that. Having been in the works since their last tour, which took them through the heart of the country and then down the east coast, there is the promise of a subtle shift in the sound. The Medicine Dolls have expanded their sound and started experimenting with more instrumentation, a sonic continuation from their last offering, ‘Lost Love Lullaby’, which introduced some melodious, haunting piano lines.


“I can’t be arsed to like, sing the same fucking words or play the same riff.”


With a bigger focus on recording and the production of the EP they’ve started expanding the sound of their studio material with Greg saying that “Sonically it’s more and it’s less at the same time than the last EP.” For the moment, however, their live shows will continue to be the same bare-boned sweat fests that we’ve come to know and love. The first tangent of the night comes with a discussion about their approach to live shows. As far as they’re concerned live shows and albums are two different art forms and live shows should contain some kind of spontaneity. “I can’t be arsed to like, sing the same fucking words or play the same riff” Greg says with a hint of laughter dancing in his voice. He feels that it’s unfair to the paying audience for the band to deliver a performance that sounds exactly like the recorded version.


“All the good shit, and all the bad and all the stuff that makes us human.”


But that’s enough digression for now. In the course of their last three EPs the band has gone from singing almost exclusively about the dark, hedonistic side of life that exists in the shadows of people’s lives to adding a few love songs to their repertoire. ‘A Good Chance of Bad Weather’ is going to be a combination of those two elements. For Greg the song-writing process is very much influenced by the people around him. Often the things they go through resonate with him and he finds a song somewhere within that resonance. He’s not the sit-down-and-write kind of writer. His process is much more organic and involves him just ‘bonding with a guitar and a piece of paper’ as he writes down whatever phrases pop into his head, no matter how little sense they make. Through improvisation, experimentation, and scrapbook plundering a song will be born. He never settles for anything less than what gives him goosebumps.

As for a full length album, we’ll have to wait a while. There’s the chance of a release at the beginning of next year but they’ll only do it if they can do it properly in a studio. For now, though, it seems that they’re happy putting out EPs every few months. It’s a way for them to stay relevant in a scene that’s relatively small and very competitive, but that’s not the only motive. They’re not a band that likes to sit on songs once they’ve been written. If they have a handful of songs that are ready then they must be released lest they become stale.


“There’s cooler boxes and camper chairs.”


I saw this interview as the perfect opportunity to ask about what was arguably the biggest gig of the band’s career so far. On the 30th of April The Medicine Dolls opened for South African rock and roll institution The Springbok Nude Girls at Hillcrest Quarry. Considered an honour and perhaps even a surprise, they put on their game-faces and opened up for a band that has at least two generations of fans. They are in no way a safe band and there was the risk that some members of the audience may have found them a bit… edgy. After all, it’s the kind of concert where there were “cooler boxes and camper chairs.” The band feels like it usually takes one song to show people what they’re about, and once they had played that first song the audience, for the most part, got into the spirit of things and had a party. By all accounts the gig was a success and went down like an absolute dream.


In other news, The Medicine Dolls are heading on tour again with their first stop being the Grahamstown Festival on the 29th of June. The student town is one of their favourite spots and they head there every time they go on a tour of that part of the country. The fact that they’re performing on the opening night of the National Arts Festival gives them an opportunity to play to an audience that may be a little different to what they normally attract. The tour is short and jam-packed as they hit Grahamstown, Jeffrey’s Bay, and Knysna in one weekend.

A band that constantly leaves its mark on the local and national music scene, The Medicine Dolls are ready to blast new material into the ears of their ever-growing fan-base with their fourth EP so if you’re in Cape Town on the 6th of July head over to Mercury Live for what promises to be a legendary party.