"2FACED1 is a visionary digital network, a loose collective with members in Europe, Africa and North America, bound together by what we call ‘stereotypophobia’."
“It is all about critical questioning of what identity really is. Would you be the same person in another context? Does society have certain expectations on you based on traditional parameters like class, gender, color, sexual orientation, religious beliefs and so on? And how much do these expectations affect your so-called self? Every forward thinking person are aware of those things, its a gift which also make you relate to other peoples struggles.”
For weeks now, I've been teaching 2nd grade. I am exhausted and OD'd on mandatory teachers coffee BUT I am having the best weeks. The kids smell, yes, and they can be fucking mean BUT they are the most honest, genuine and excited breed of people I know. They rule!
GNUCCI LOVE THE KIDS!
Some of them think I look like Willy Wonka and I guess that's cool ... so I've been rapping lots of Nicki Minaj: "Pull up in a tonka, color of Willy Wonka" and then I started a band with some kids and the name is ...... The Poo Band. So we did poo-raps, I am in awe by how poo-creative the kids are, I respect the poo, it's extremely diverse and classic. "Cow poo, dog poo, cat poo, human poo , all sorts of poo smell euuuuuw" That's the chorus, it's really catchy, I am educating the future MF Doom's and Lauryn Hill's. They wanted the chorus in english cause, listen to this, they want the world to understand. SWAG!
A kid called me a donkey so another kid beat her up and said NO SHE LOOKS LIKE A RABBIT. I could get real self counscious about looking like Willy Wonka, a donkey and/or a rabbit but all I know is that it comes down to me having little kid soldiers fighting for me and thats love.
KIDS LOVE THE GNUCCI!
Check these kids out; muslim trance girl, asian xhylofon banger and the AMAZING kid krumpateers I saw over at Decida's.
This is Dina Alieva from Chechnya and I am sure she is singing about how ballin Allah is to a "too many men too many many men" crowd BUT aside from the dubious mood the melody and Dina's voice is mesmerizing and amazing. I really think this is a tuuuune.
Now, I will never be as good as an asian kid. Sad fact, maybe, but if there is anyone I'm happily below, it's an asian kid AND bangin asian kids! Check this little xhylofon bad ass, bangin it out.
This is so good that I am doing a blogpost-wheel up. Decida posted this video and these kids RULE!
Part of the Prince Posse, the all round bad ass percussionist Sheila E is a definitive favorite of mine to make collages of. When I obsess with something I tend to make collages in paint, cutting everything out makes me feel like a psycho stalker but looking at the result makes me feel at ease cause I want the someone I obsess with to be all over the place which might also make me even a bit more psycho stalker.
Like a girl room with her teenidol all over the room, posters, cut outs, notes, pictures, magazine covers... I find that cluster aesthetic of ONE specific thing to be real interesting, it's like you can see the object in a million different ways but it's all just ... dead, the same eyes staring at you but with a different expression as you change photo to look at and the object is SO present but the feeling is soooo dead and flat. When I had a Spice Girls room I remember feeling there was a sadness over the room cause Ginger Spice wouldn't ever move, no matter how hard or long I looked at her. Or when I was kissing my Leonardo Dicaprio poster, he never kissed me back.
Plus, you have to big up Sheila E for wearing the one-legged-jumpsuit but never beeing seen with a cameltoe, for that I salute you.
Going HAAAAAM on the drums! As for the style oh my the hair, the one-legged-tights, the boots, the hat, the tassles, I mean LOOK at her. She is amazing! And of course getting the classic "how does it feel to be a woman in a male dominated blablablabla". This questions was asked back in 87 (year I was born) and 2011 I've been asked that exact same question and I'm sure there are plenty more to come. Oh the sign'o' the times right?
And my personal favorite Love Bizarre, what a posse!!!
I had been putting off going to the dentist for so long. 15 years to be precise. I blame a lot of it on my parents, we just didn’t have the dentist on speed dial, and I had watched my father’s mouth bleeding as he brushed his teeth often enough that I thought it was okay.
My teeth could only hold out for so long before the landscape went from glistening cream coloured pillows, to a dingy and dangerous den of rotted pitholes, molten gum blood and deadly broken ridges. Only a tiny part of the state of my teeth can be attributed to having shameful and neglectful parents, the other two parts are due, mostly to my liberal attitude towards brushing and rinsing and flossing (and picking and whitening and…), mixed with my insatiable lust for Slush Puppies (preferably of the purple variety) and Cadbury top deck chocolate.
Oooh, the pain. Did I mention the pain of gums and nerves disagreeing with rotted and cavities filled with bacteria feasting on sweet treats and meats. I remember one particularly rough time, being on tour with my homey Sibot in the UK, a low point where I was gargling vodka, morning, noon and night…and swallowing, for the pain. Just to get some peace. It resulted in an especially rambunctious Mathambo, one I am sure we will not be seeing around these parts for a very very long time. Simon was equally amused and disgusted…and worried.
I guess I hit rock bottom on a night of fine dining with Schlachthofbronx at one of the better steakhouses in Johannesburg. The weight of the bill was on the promoter, so I ordered the biggest rack of steaming, seething, sticky pork ribs. After initial thoughts ‘to be careful’ with the rib-eating because my teeth are so fucked up, I kicked the Florence Nightengale act to the side and got freaky with Bab . As I was reaching heights of ecstasy I’d previously thought impossible, I noted I was disappearing into the ribs, becoming one with the sinewy pork and grissle, my lips wrapping around the bones, my gums intergrating into the meat…my teeth…hmmm….
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After getting through my 400grams of supreme carnal pleasures, I proceeded to play clean-up, using an assortment of tooth picks, bent menu corners, pieces of card…and eventually stooping so low as use a dirty ten Rand note. Just thin enough. I flung tongue around and noted…low and behold…I’M SWALLOWED A TOOTH IN MY GLUTONY. Well, a chunk of the tooth…what was a rotten, bipolar, split up tooth…one part on a quest for liberting and independence (in my shitstream), the other loyal and down for the unit, down for Mokgata!
Anyways, so I walked around with this rank and rotting remnant of a broken tooth in my mouth for close on a year…adjusting my smile, style of speaking, and the way I drink gin and tonics…to the left, to the left, like Yellowman would now do. I was becoming the toothless African rapper, as opposed to the grilled out American rapper who doesn’t just have a dentist, but also a dental jeweller. I got used to it, and even got into it…keeping HR from Bad Brains as my icon(until I noted he’d fixed his tooth).
I was used to being too broke to go to the private dentist and too posh to go to the public hospital. I was content to be the toofless broke ass rapper…fuck it, we’re all dying anyways right?
Luckily I’m not alone, I have a loving wife and a handful of friends who care for me not to look like Yellowman. And so pressure became more pressure from the love-corps and after an ill conceived scheme to sort out my teeth in Eastern Europe, I settled on a proudly black-owned and run dentistry in Johannesburg, a certain Dr Mdluli.
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With R3000 in my hand and a head full of dank chronic smoke, I walked into the good doctors offices to find an obese but handsome woman in her mid-40s, twirling a pice eof chewing gum on her finger.
“Yes, Mr Mokgata.”
“He’s not ready for you…he’s running…late.”
And so after a brief temper tantrum I settled into an article in GQ magazine about how to keep a long distance relationship spicey through 3-d cyber sex…and remote control vibrators…and skype sex...The waiting room was populated by a brother and sister act, the sister, young, nerdy and clearly nervous; the brother, older, and clearly bored, occasionally letting off loud and guttural sighs. There were also two middle aged women gossiping and laughing in hush conspiratory tones.
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And lying there I was drooling, my jaw clumped down on a rubber block, a spotlight beaming into my mouth, two plastic tubes of varying size acting as saliva suckers, a syringe pressed into my gum and then agian into my pallete…all the while trying to make up excuses for why my case was so bad. He had heard it all before and proceeded to turn up the volume on the Thelonius Monk on the stereo.
Hard as I tried to fade away into my high and fall asleep, the drilling and pulling, chipping and chiselling, as well as my paranoia of swallowing more chunks of my tooth and eventually rendering my intestines and rectum nail ripped, kept me up…I was not to miss a moment of the action, the brutish force…he practically had his foot up on the chair and was yanking the chards of tooth out with all his might. I was bleeding…and could hear the mouth vacuum-cleaner chugging the blood down…what would they do with all the blood?
An hour later, Dr Mdluli beamed with a proud smile. The brute.
“All done, here’s your rotten tooth…and the root.”
“Can I see that?”
“You can have it as far as I’m concerned.”
I felt very alone.
“You will have to get a filling.”
“How much would that cost?”
“Well, that depends…”
“The treatment that I would recommend would cost R10 000…but there are other options.”
From the moment I heard “R10, 000”, I blanked out and cashed my chips for the day, I was going to go home.
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When I got home and told my 98 year old grandmother about the money, she chastised me for consulting with a black doctor before I had seen a white one.
All my 2 faced 1's, three nipple'd man dem, four toe'd gyaal dem, we love you all and we bring to you and yours PERO SPICEY MIXTAPE.
Our motto has recently been "Fruit punch pero spicey" and that explains the name, that and the fact that me and Spoekino are HUGE suckers for Mexicans (extra shouts to Jawnita, George Lopez, Calderon and Freddy Soto R.I.P). Plus we are all world wide web so I am everything even spanish if I want to, I can be russian tomorrow so you need to keep your eye on me and Spoek
The good people at Nike sent us the request and we got down to spicey business and we had so much fun, we hope everyone has even more fun listening to it cause you don't have to go through the hell of a hard drive diying in the middle of it. All of Spoeks work that was on there including mixtape was gone and it's been hell BUT we got our shit together and the show must go on, and it's a bang bang baaaangin show.
We put together a party for your pants. BANGERS and LOTS of Spoek & Gnucci is ALL you need for a good time. PLUS our upcoming release w Sampology is in there "Piggy Bank"
Ghettophiles are releasing not one, but two DJ Rashad albums this month, and have let Fact magazine stream the album while you wait for it to come out (should be any day now). It’s probably my favorite album to come out of this year, and I was actually present for the creation of one of the tracks. Local rapper Add-2, fellow Battle Groundz DJs Spinn and Lucky, and one of the finest footworkers in Chicago, King AG appear on the album as well. Preview now, and be sure to support it and it’s sister nu-disco meets juke album Grace as well. It’s been an exciting year for a small group of Chicagoans this year no doubt.
Also, be sure to check out Wills Glasspiegel’s excellent twopart footwork feature for NPR, a marvelously well researched article, including a great mini-documentary with scenes from DJ Spinn’s house, RP Boo under a viaduct
I WOULD LIKE TO WISH YOU ALL A VERY VERY HAPPY NEW YEAR...THE WORDS FOR THIS YEAR ARE 'MORE MONEY MORE FAMILY LESS SNAKES, BITCHES AND PUNKS'. 2010 WAS HUGE FOR BOTH GNUCCI AND I...WE HAD OUR FIRST RELEASE TOGETHER, DID 10 SHOWS IN THE SUMMER TOGETHER, GOT TO NUMBER 1 ON GERMAN CLUB CHARTS WITH DOODOO DANCE, I RELEASED MY FIRST ALBUM, GRACED THE COVER OF FADER MAGAZINE, WAS NAMED ONE OF GQ MAGAZINE'S 10 MOST STYLISH MEN IN SOUTH AFRICA, MADE VIDEOS, STYLED SOME, GNUCCI'S ON THE NEW LOOPTROOP ALBUM, I FEATURE ON ROBYN AND ADAM TENSTA'S,...ATE AND ATE AND COOKED SO MANY AMAZING AND DELISCIOUS FOODS.
LOADS OF GOOD FRIENDS AND GOOD TIMES IN FOUR DIFFERENT CONTINENTS.
AND YEEEEAH, EUGENE TERREBLANCHE DIED!!!!
THAT IS NOT TO SAY THAT 2010 DID NOT HAVE A BUNCH OF SPASTIC POINTS LIKE 'DYE ANTWORD' , JULIUS MALEMA WIL'IN OUT SCARING THE WHITE FOOLK OF SOUTH AFRICA...AND THE HANGOVERS...OOH LORD THE HANGOVERS.
ANYWAYS, IF ALL GOES WELL IN THE NEXT TWO WEEKS, I WILL BE RELEASING A NEW ALBUM ON A LEGENDARY SEATTLE BASED LABEL...JUST WAIT AND SEEEEEEE...ALSO GNUCCI AND I ARE FINISHING A MIX FOR NIKE SPORTWEAR...A LOT OF NEW MATERIAL FROM THE TERRIBLE TWOSOME, I WILL DROP TWO SOLO MIXTAPES AS WELL.
UNTIL THEN, IT'S GONNA BE THE 'DON'T MEAN TO BE RUDE' VIDEO DROPPING IN THE NEXT WEEK...THEN CONTROL DIRECTED BY PIETER HUGO IN MARCH.
IT'S THAT TIME OF THE YEAR...HAHAH...EVERY FUCKING BLOG POST WITLL START WITH THOSE WORDS UNTIL JANUARY COMES. THE WORLD IS FULL OF HATE AND CONFUSION AND ILLUSIONS...AS IS MY HEAD. I WAS WATCHING SOME OLD ASS HOLLYWOOD MOVIE 'IMITATION OF LIFE' (1959) LAST NIGHT, WHERE ALL THE BLACK CHARACTERS WERE BUTLERS AND MAIDS AND STABLE BOYS AND THE WHITES WERE MOVIE STARS, DETECTIVES, WHORES, PIMPS...AND THE MAIN MAIDS DAUGHTER WAS REAL LIGHT SKINNED AND TRIED TO PASS FOR WHITE...SO THAT SHE COULD DANCE IN THE MOULIN ROUGE...WELL, REALLY SO THAT SHE WOULDNT AHVE TO GO TO A BLACK TEACHER'S COLLEGE...WELL, REALLY SO SHE COULD DATE THE WHITE GUY, WHO FOUND OUT THAT SHE WAS REALLY BLACK AND BEAT HER BLACK AND BLUE...
MERRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRY XMAS AND IN LINE WITH THIS MILITANT RANTING, HERE'S SOME MILITANT HOUSE FOR YOU!!
Tracklisting : RABINO - SANTA CLAUS IS A BLACK MAN ON A YAMAHA FRENCH FRIES - SENTA (BOKBOK REMIX) ERIC RINCON - TODOS A BAILAR (HIVIP EDIT) SPOEK MATHAMBO - I DON'T MEAN TO BE RUDE (TOADALLY KROSSED OUT REMIX) TEKI LATEX - ANSWERS SWEAT.X - FINGAZ FINGAZ SOUND PELIGRINO THERMAL TEAM - UNITED GROOVE (HIVIP EDIT) PASTOR MBHOBHO - AYOBANESS(HIVIP EDIT) POIRIER - MARATHON (HIVIP EDIT) SPOEK MATHAMBO & BIG SPACE - EVERYDAY IS SATURDAY (SCHLACHTHOFBRONX REMIX) TIM TURBO FT SPOEK MATHAMBO & GNUCCI BANANA - LINYORA (INSTR) UNKNOWN - WIND YOUR BUTT MIDNIGHT STAR - FREAK A ZOID RAPID - REPORT TO THE DANCEFLOOR DJ CNDO - AMAREDO DJ SDUNKERO - BONKE DJ SDUNKERO - NTI DJ LECOSTE - LIMPOPO'S REVENGE DJ CLEO - KATU KATO SIMON2 & ANDREAS HENNEBERG - BOLIINGO GRINGO DJ WOOL X CEREBRAL VORTEX - MAGIC CARPET (STARKEY REMIX)
"Spoek Mathambo is a slippery post-Apartheid glam-rap prince from Soweto who is descended from distant African royalty, or Jewish, or both" - FADER MAGAZINE
Part of a new breed of African artists, 25 year old Spoek Mathambo (Rapper and Graphic Designer/ Illustrator) is hitting the world hard with his take on Afro-futurism. Spoek sees himself as a part of a new wave of energy in Africa, which is intent on nurturing a sense of progressiveness while maintaining a pride in culture.
THE BLOG "I write and draw. My content focus will be music and visual art...as well as documenting my travels as a musician. Expect loads and loads of club tropicana...club music of Africa, the Carribean and South America. "
WATCH OUT! Cause sometimes GNUCCI BANANA bumrushes the Zombo Island!