By Baby Tuckoo
Sometimes all that’s needed is a crazy little fucker with a punk poof of hair crawling the stage in his briefs at a shitty little dive called Rumours in Weltevreden Park to shake shit up. Brafcharge, fronted (and by fronted I mean this fucker actually puts on a show) by Mike Bawakami are a 1 guitar, 1 bass, drums, 1 screaming lunatic d-beat defending punk outfit.
By the end of song 1 Mike was out of his shirt. Two songs in he asks: “Was that worth your R50!!!?” Judging by the insane bobbing of kids I think so. By the third song his skinny’s were beginning to fall down and by the fourth the dude was in his brief alternately swigging his black label and screaming into the mic. Braf is definitely the new Zef. But then Zef was well old before it was new. Nonetheless, these kids know how the fuck to make a vokken unholy geraas/noise!
Long before the final song Iggy Pop was the one name that crept slowly into my mind. Black Flag and a young Henry Rollins also came to mind, as did the Dead Kennedy’s with Brafcharge’s seemingly politically charged mindset. Songs like Marikana, relating to the killings and strikes at the Lonmin mines during August 2012, or songs like State Violence, State Control. This is the voice of a disaffected, dissatisfied, pissed-off, so-called Born-Free new generation of South African kids: “a minority of a minority” to quote Dean, their sole guitarist. A generation born under the promise of so much hope but which is now beginning to witness the full failure of a government that was meant to right so many wrongs. They’re pissed off as anyone should be. Jobs are fewer, education is shitter, people are poorer and there doesn’t seem to be much that anyone can really fucking do besides whine… So why not do it to the tune of simple, stripped-down, raucous d-beat punk?!?!
2. Raw Noise
3. State Violence/State Control (Discharge cover)
4. Death From Below
9. I Wanna Be Your Dog
By their second last song the Iggy Pop premonition was cemented when the band performed I Wanna Be Your Dog. A fucking flaming version of the classic that immediately didn’t seem stale, lame or contrived. I believed this kid; he really did want to be someone’s dog. He was on all fours and screaming: Now, I wanna be your dog! … Well come on!
So messed up I want you here
In my room I want you here
Now we’re gonna be face-to-face
And I’ll lay right down in my favorite place
And now I wanna be your dog
Now I wanna be your dog
Now I wanna be your dog
I seriously fucking recommend you watch this band perform live!
In the cold, cold night a boy was birthed. A flash of white noise; nearby televisions sparked; then returned to normal. Viewer’s wrongly put it down to electrical storm interference. The boy entered the machine. He’s been trying to escape ever since.