The Vue felt unusually alive last Wednesday night (16 July). Not in the way a club surges to life when a beat drops, but in that slow, simmering way where strangers start talking, the liquor loosens ideas, and suddenly everyone’s asking big questions about the city we live in.
Creativity thrives here, creative careers do not. Can we begin taking steps to build the music industry that Cape Town…
When Kristi Lowe first released a song into the world, she wasn’t thinking about airplay or playlists. She was fifteen,…
Last week, we laid it out for venues: if you can’t offer artists the bare minimum — working sound, working…
You wouldn’t invite someone over for dinner and ask them to bring the cutlery, cook their own food, and leave…
A band like Face Jackson was never going to bow out quietly. One of the first bands featured on Let’s…
There’s a certain kind of hush that falls over a beach crowd when Bongeziwe Mabandla sings — and at Feastival…
Cape Town winters can be brutal — cold, wet, and all too good at convincing you to stay home. But…
Right now, somewhere in Lagos, Johannesburg, or Nairobi, a kid is uploading a beat that could blow up in Berlin,…
It’s 7:45pm and you’re three songs into your set when a waiter drops a tray of shooters in the front…
