| BATSUMI (Matsuli Music MM102)There's not a lot of South African music reviewed on this website: not that I don't like it or listen to it, but since I started the site in the post-Mbaqanga era there are no discussions of the great albums of Mahlathini & Mahotella Queens or the Soul Brothers that thrilled me in the last century when I was also into Zulu Jive and the older Township Jazz. A slight dilemma I faced when putting together my AFRICAN TOP 50 page in 2004 was to include things I really thought had longevity but also nothing that would be impossible to find (even though many of my selections are now out of print). I went round and round about Mama Cristina by Trio Aka from Angola and Malombo by Philip Tabane and Malombo, both excellent albums, but devilish hard to find (& only on vinyl) 7 years ago. In the end I dropped them for more accessible titles. Tabane is different from most South African jazz in that he uses traditional instruments, and, like Malombo, Batsumi could play ersatz Ellington or create something new. South African jazz musicians reference American jazz, and that makes them audience-friendly, whereas unknown groups who don't claim lineage to Monk, Parker or pre-Bebop styles are more adrift in the great unclassified bins of "World music." Matt Temple of Matsuli music is from South Africa and he is dedicated to the music of the Southern tip of the vast continent. Here he has rescued Batsumi's 1974 album from oblivion and restored it for our ears. It's a fine selection of music: mellow jazz, with soulful sax & flute solos, great classical-tinged piano, rooted in solid bass and traditional drumming. The two long tracks on here, "Lishonile" and "Itumeleng" are spacious suites with a lot of freeform interplay and inspired playing. The shorter tracks are more like tunes that were rehearsed and polished before laying them down, but present a really accomplished group that we need miss out on no longer. (The vinyl LP sold out in less than two months but is available as a FLAC download from Matsuli Music.) |
| PUTUMAYO PREVENTS SOUTH AFRICA
Some labels [name withheld] get pissed off when I give a proper critique to their recordings and they take me off their list. This is the price of being an honest reviewer. Others take it in stride. Readers tell me I cannot criticize egomaniacs and expect them not to take a huff and write me off. But you wouldn't be reading this if you thought I was just another promosexual* who says everything is groovy in order to get free product and regurgitate flarf about the latest wonder from the Sahara Sands, Cabo Verde, or wherever. We have standards here at Muzikifan. I have given Putumayo a lot of knocks over the years (mostly about their godawful cover art), and praised them when they have scored big-time. Jacob their main A&R man is a good soul. So I got this new Putumayo plays South Africa comp in time for the World Cup and I think it is really weak. It kicks off with the Soul Brothers, who really know how to kick it out, but instead of passing upfield and driving into the penalty box, it goes all limp-wristed and flowery, like Oscar Wilde in a coal mine. OK, you say, so it's mellow ... or jazzy ... but no, it's not, really. Niba van der Spuy's "Beautiful feet" is pathetic! Come on, guys. Where is the sax jive, the kwela, where's mbaqanga? We need Mahlathini -- not Pat Metheny! Where is Malombo? Check out "Phamba Madibe" by Philip Tabane. Look at that great series Earthworks did, The Indestructible Beat of Soweto: what a landmark! South African music has not changed that much since Gallo ruled the roost & Mahlathini & Mahotella Queens tore up the townships. Sure there was a revolution and the blacks took over the government, but you would not know this from the music, apart from the obvious invasion of crappy hip hop influences. South Africa always had more affinity to American jazz anyway. Think of Abdullah Ibrahim, or Hugh Masekela. But with the World Cup on our doorstep we need some excitement... like the Makgona Tshole band! or Zuleliphezulu, found on Soweto Street Music (on Audiotrax), or Jo'Burg City Stars' "Groovin jive." Too dated, you say? Then why do why have Miriam Makeba on here? She was dated then!@ The only time she was interesting was when she moved to Guinée. Who is this Phinda? Mahotella Lite? And you promise us kwela and jive but give us crummy reggae covers like Zoro. Then it ends all pious with Soweto Gospel Choir. Christians: yuk! Why didn't they boil the fershlugginer missionaries like in the movies? Do you think people want M.O.R. music from Africa? What is this ... the rainbow nation? I'd like to buy the world a Coke? How much is the tab for that? Does Coke have any nutritional benefit? Buy a Mahlathini album instead to celebrate the World Cup in South Africa.
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JAZZIN' & JIVIN' (M.E.L.T. 2000)I've been lamenting the dearth of good music from South Africa for some time and now I'm cheered by JAZZIN' & JIVIN' that shows what jazz musicians are up to down by the Cape of Good Hope. Pops Muhammad is here, doing an "Mbira Jive," along with some other artists who are new to me. Moses Talwa Molelekwa has a nice touch on the piano, hoving between Abdullah Ibrahim and Monty Alexander, with a solid drum and bass groove reeking of reggae on "Down Rockey Street." Zulu Jive meets funk on Barungwa's "Abongcono." The guitar reminds me of Philip Tabane at first but then it expands into a large sound with organ, electric guitar, and studio effects. Sipho Gumede is much sparer on "African Wedding" using just drums and voice. "Scamtho" by Vusi Khumalo kicks off like Average White Band and keeps rocking. In contrast, the mouth-organ and guitar intro to "Amagoduka (Migrant Workers)" by Zim Ngqawana is pure Zulu jive. There's even mouth percussion. One track show a different approach and that is Gathering Forces' "Space Time," featuring Darius Brubeck and Deepak Ram. The latter adds Indian flute. The arrangement is a little too Weather Report for my taste but it doesn't spoil the album. More Western jazz influence can be heard on Spector M. Ngwazi and N. Shezi's "Ngiyabonga Themba," which leans more to ECM than Ellington. The final cut, "Song for Doc," shows the blending of Zulu drums and vocals with Western jazz in a mellow melding. |
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BEST OF MAHLATHINI & MAHOTELLA QUEENS (Earthworks/Stern's)In South Africa, the gut-bucket, kicking sound of the Makgona Tsohle Band is still, after 25 years, the fiercest thing to come out of Africa, and one of the strongest traditions that resisted the Zairean influence. Though it enjoyed brief popularity with the spurt of enthusiasm from Paul Simon's patronage, this sound has not gone away and only gets better with age (unlike Simon). Far from a blip on the world beat dance floors, Mbaqanga is a tsunami of sound that won't quit and shows no mercy. BEST OF MAHLATHINI & MAHOTELLA QUEENS is a superb collection drawn from their last four albums, bottom-heavy bass and drums (by the aforementioned M.T. band) provide a real dance workout. When I first saw them perform a few years ago I felt like a teenager at Shea stadium experiencing the Beatles for the first time: I was hysterical! If you already have their albums, or want more, try the INDESTRUCTIBLE BEAT OF SOWETO VOLUME 4, another gem in one of the most consistently great anthology series in popular African music, with Kwela, Zulu jive, pennywhistle and accordion tracks. |
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SHEERSOUND PRESENTS THE AFRICAN CONNECTION PART II (Sheer Sound)Jazz is alive and thriving in South Africa. From the Sheer Sound label comes a batch of new releases showcasing music that superficially sounds like its North American counterpart. Start with the sampler SHEERSOUND PRESENTS THE AFRICAN CONNECTION PART II and you might want to check out individual albums by some of the artists on here like pianist Paul Hanmer, guitarist Errol Dyers or singer Gloria Bosman, who collaborates on her first solo album with both Hanmer and saxophonist McCoy Mrubata. After four mellow jazz tracks, Mrubata's "Phosa Ngasemva" is the first clearly South African piece, recalling the work of Chris McGregor or Dollar Brand (Abdullah Ibrahim)'s longtime collaborator Basil Coetzee. A big ensemble branches off to solos and I'm a sucker for a good trombone rant. It goes beyond Zulu Jive into pan-African jazz. The versatile Mrubata toured the US with Hugh Masakela in 1993 (that was a memorable tour) and backed Lucky Dube on his album TRINITY. Errol Dyers is an acoustic guitarist from Cape Town. Though predominantly South African jazz, his music shows touches of gospel and Latin music. Paul Hanmer, who gets two cuts on the sampler, also has a solo album from Sheer Sounds called PLAYOLA. Again Abdullah Ibrahim is invoked in his piano playing, but you could do a lot worse (indeed Keith Jarrett built a whole career out of one memorable Dollar Brand riff). As a classically trained pianist, Hanmer writes out the music for his accompanists and uses a classical lineup including violins, viola, cello, marimba, cor anglais and clarinet. As the sampler album progresses the more familiar South African drum patterns and parallel sax lines emerge. Bheki Khosa's "Ngoshanaphi" is a Soweto classic and the vocals give it away even before the band kicks in. But Gito Baloi throws you off with "Tiamo," a salsa jam in Portuguese that features steel pan as a lead instrument! Baloi is from Mozambique and has toured with Mzwake Mbuli, the great dissident poet, and also collaborated with Kenyans, Zaireans, Ivorians and even Frenchmen. This atypical track smokes. My favorite cut is the acoustic track for percussion and xylophones, "Luvuoyo" with vocals by Heshu Beshu from their forthcoming album. |
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It's called the Indestructible Beat of Soweto, a sound that won't quit. It's a mixture of Zulu Jive: repetitious sea-shanty accordion, elastic zooping bass lines, and crisp drumming, with vocal harmonies to rival the best acapella quartet singing.
In Europe, this conglomerate talent is compared to the Beatles and sells out stadiums, so the capacity crowd at Slim's was really fortunate to see them in an intimate club setting: the group responded well to the crowd and we were ecstatic. Slims's has rapidly become a prime force in the breaking down of musical barriers in presenting "roots" music to the Bay Area. I have recently caught superb performances by the Fairfield Four and the Five Blind Boys there. The so-far marginal area of African music is ripe for more exposure as the Bay Area catches on to Africa mainstream artists like Youssou Ndour and Salif Keita or more esoteric ones, like Philip Tabane and Malombo. The failure of the American audience, and particularly the black audience, to cotton on to much African music is usually attributed to the language barrier. But how often can one make out the lyrics in a rock concert anyway, unless one has sung along with the record often enough to memorize them, and, in that case, how much more difficult could it be to memorize a phrase in Zulu or Sotho? But even this last barrier is falling as Mahlathini and the Queens have incorporated English lyrics into many of the songs on their new joint album, PARIS-SOWETO, released late last year on the Celluloid label.
Mahotella Queens have been together for 25 years. They are a well-practiced machine. When I saw the reformed Shirelles last year I thought their voices had improved, but they had a crummy pick-up band and desperately needed new material to regain their old vigour. The Queens continue to record new material and are lucky to have a wealth of talented collaborators. Much of their material is written by saxophonist and arranger West Nkosi or guitarist Marks Mankwane. They also collaborate with Simon Mahlathini who adds his deep resonant voice to their soaring harmonies. Some of the harmonies do seem to be religiously-based, as in gospel choral singing, but the raucous beat batters all pretense at piety. And when the rumbustious grannies, Hilda, Mildred and Nobesuthu hit the stage, any attempt at pop analogy dissolves in sweat.
In addition to fine singing, the spectacle is something to behold. The singers leap about in an endless array of stage moves, goading each other to more exhausting moves. The aerobic gyrations of the audience were mild in comparison. Dressed in traditional Zulu beaded mini-skirts with more modern leopard-print leotards and large hats, and adorned with beads and jewelry, the three Queens bounded from one end of the stage to the other. Even during the more ballad-like songs, the complex of hand gestures and back and forth steps was rigorously worked out. Mahlathini, "the Lion of Soweto," in an appropriate leonine manner, let the ladies do most of the work, but constantly shook himself and leaped in the air so his arm and leg fringes of goat hair and skirt of pelts waved vigorously. During one number, where the ladies rushed back and forth, grabbing mikes and freezing in statuesque poses, they moved over so that Mildred had to grab Mahlathini's mike. Not missing a trick, the old lion shook himself fiercely and slid forward, James Brown-style, onto his knees and grabbed the sax player's mike which was only three feet off the stage.
During the 100 minute set, which included most of the PARIS-SOWETO album, as well as some of their South African hits, like "Thokozile," and songs going back to their 1975 album, ON EQHUDENI MOUNTAIN (rereleased on Earthworks in 1984), the Makgona Tsohle Band never let up for an instant. Spurred by the furious drumming of Lucky Monoma, and rooted by the stellar bass playing of Joseph Makwela, the guitar interplay of leader Marks Mankwane and Sipho Madondo (a fine singer in his own right who, due to the embarrassment of riches on stage, didn't get to sing), one got a clear insight into the engine that keeps the indestructible beat, or Mgoashiyo, moving. Arranger West Nkosi was able to stretch out on his own instrumental "Stokfel Jive no 2," reminiscent of the Boyoyo Boys' horn-driven beat. A keyboard player, who doubled on accordion, layed down some riffs but was largely lost in the mix. (Am I only the only person who thinks all local clubs mix the volume to the pain threshold?)
After a brief instrumental set, where the guitarists had fun mocking the complex dance steps, the singers returned, in new costumes, with renewed vigour, and, blowing whistles to punctuate the music, sang a tribute to the bass player, who seemed to be transported to a higher plateau, soloing all night long.
The audience yelled "Yebbo," which apparently is Zulu for "Bravo," and joined in on the chorus to "Kazet," without really understanding what they were singing. As the singers exhorted each other, the audience reached fever pitch and a night of live music passed into legend.

The Mahotella Queens are back. And Mbaqanga is back on the American pop charts!! How can that be? you ask. Well it's a little convoluted: Aaron Carter, the latest teenage heart-throb marketed with deadly intent through music videos, has a cover of "I Want Candy" sitting at No 4 on the Billboard chart. (As an ethno-whaddyamacologist it's my painful job to know these things, but I have to say it's no worse than the Bow Wow Wow version from 20 years ago, that was a cover of the Strangeloves' song.) Bow Wow Wow was spawned by Malcolm McLaren after hearing the Mahotella Queens. Not content with one mbaqanga rip-off group, he also created Adam and the Ants who used the same rhythm. If the Mahotella Queens ever heard Bow Wow Wow's "See Jungle" they certainly didn't comment, or call their lawyers -- it's a note-for-note rip-off of their "Umcolo Kawupheli" (heard on SOWETO NEVER SLEEPS). They were busily taking the world by storm themselves.
The new album from the Mahotella Queens SEBAI BAI (Indigo label, distributed by Harmonia Mundi) is a finely crafted production. The songs alternate between acapella and accompanied which creates a pleasant rhythm. Songs are sung in English and Swahili as well as Zulu and Xhosa. There's a reggae current and hints of mbube. It's solid with nothing too unexpected -- though their latest comeback is a little of a surprise. The three Queens that we've known and loved for 15 years were themselves replacing four or five Queens who comprised the group in the mid-sixties. In some ways their new recording is a swan song to their career because without Mahlathini, the Lion of Soweto, groaning in counterpoint to their sweet harmony, there is an empty space in their music. They have pumped up the mbaqanga sound once again, with a line-up of young musicians (including trumpet and accordion for variety) and there is a lot to be said for this album, but ultimately it is about the loss of the three men at the heart of their music: West Nkosi, producer, arranger and sax-player, guitarist and composer Marks Mankwane, and of course the great Mahlathini, all of whom died last year.
It must have been early 1986 when Mahlathini and the Mahotella Queens first played San Francisco. I knew they would be good, having seen videotapes of them performing in Europe, but I wasn't ready for how dynamic they sounded in concert. The band tore it up while the middle-aged singers bounded around the stage like teenagers. The choreography was zany and it was a riot to see these hefty South African ladies shaking their bums in grass skirts and the wiry Mahlathini pretending to be attacking invisible targets with a spear. They even wore campy leopard-print shirts. Although the club has a strict "No photography" policy, I had an instamatic camera in my pocket and fired off a dozen shots of high speed film without flash from the edge of the stage. The concert was the highlight of the year and I was so impressed I decided to drive down to Santa Cruz next day where they were to play at the Makumbé and catch them again. I got to the club in the afternoon and there were Marks Mankwane, the guitarist, and Joseph Makwela, the bass-player, sitting out front on a wall. Their bus was parked in the lot and they had just done a sound check. I offered to buy them a beer, which they declined but we hung out for a few minutes chatting in the parking lot while I got their impressions of America. I told them I had come down from San Francisco to see them again, which pleased them. That night they brought the house down, interacting more with the audience & making me think they had eclipsed the Famous Flames as the hardest-working band in show business.
A year later when they came on tour again, Fred Hill arranged to interview Simon Mahlathini and West Nkosi on the African Music Show. I was working as Fred's sub at the time and got to run the board and meet them. On the way from the Phoenix Motel Fred stopped at a liquor store and asked Simon if he would like something to drink.
-- Madooz, growled the groaner.
-- Pardon me? replied Fred.
-- Madooz... Madooz Rosé.
-- Oh, Mateus Rosé', said Fred, catching on.
-- And some Seven-Up. That was their drink of choice: rosé wine with Seven-Up, which Fred dubbed a Zulu Cooler.
Of course we questioned them about Paul Simon's GRACELAND as we both felt that Simon had capitalized on their music. But they were grateful. He exposed our music to the world, they said. Now everyone listens to South African music. I asked them to autograph my picture disc of their Art of Noise collaboration that shows them in their colourful Zulu garb.
-- You like this? they asked.
-- Well, it's not your best work, I ventured.
-- It's not great? asked Mahlathini, crestfallen.
But I think secretly they agreed. I showed Mahlathini the photos I had taken the year before at Slim's. He thought they were great and asked to keep them. I was surprised they meant so much to him. Now looking at the pictures for the first time in 14 years I see that you get a definite sense of the intensity of their show from all the movement and the tight choreography. There's the phenomenal bass-player, Joseph Makwela, holding it down like a rock, and guitarist Marks Mankwane quietly controlling everything. I even got a shot of West Nkosi playing sax.
We knew Mahlathini was in poor health. Still, on subsequent visits to the Warfield, Zellerbach, and Reggae on the River, he managed to do his Lion dance as the women made fun of him. It was quite incredible to see the high-kicks and leaps of this frail man with a weak chest. West stopped touring and his spot was taken by Teaspoon Ndelu, a virtuoso on the pennywhistle. The Makgona Tsohle band ("the band that knows everything") continued to demonstrate incredible strength and versatility with their simple power trio lineup.
But already in the early eighties the jive sounds of South Africa were being encroached on by Western pop. Brenda Fassie and others emerged as more popular with the hometown audience. The mbaqanga sound the Queens had pioneered in the 60s still sounded fresh to outside ears and this small group of talented singers and musicians did a lot to spread the word from South Africa beyond that still-racially divided country. After a few years whirling around the world the group had to rest up again. The Queens were grandmothers now, and Mahlathini was sick. Last year Nkosi, Mankwane and Mahlathini all died and it seemed like the end of an era. The new album is a poignant reminder. The last song which addresses the loss of the three is very touching and a fitting close.