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Reconciling the past

Source: Lloyd Gedye (Mail and Guardian online)

He may describe himself as a mere “blip” on the Afrikaans cultural scene but Andries Bezuidenhout’s new album Bleek Berus (One F Music) positions him as one of the country’s most significant songwriters.

This is evident on the poignant Dis Net Werk Toe Wat Ek Nog Deur Hillbrow Ry, a nostalgic lament, which poses the question: What happened to the Voëlvry generation?

Johannes Kerkorrel’s Hillbrow was an anthem for the youth that rallied around the Voëlvry movement, so Bezuidenhout’s confession that the only time he thinks about the run-down suburb is when he drives through it on the way to work is a severe indictment of how times have changed between 1989 and 2010.

Bezuidenhout acknowledges this in the liner notes when he describes the song as being about the Voëlvry generation who now drive BMWs and are too afraid to pick up hitchhikers.

In 1989 Kerkorrel was singing “gee you hart vir Hillbrow” and taking the piss out of racist South Africans behind the wheels of their BMWs voting for the National Party.

Bezuidenhout in 2010 is asking the questions: What has become of that punk spirit that fuelled Voëlvry? And what has become of those who were so inspired by Kerkorrel, Koos Kombuis and Bernoldus Niemand?

En ek weet nie meer vir wie om my hart te gee nie/ en tog het ek nooit daai ou songs verleer nie/ dis net werk toe wat ek nog deur Hillbrow ry,” sings Bezuidenhout.

Addressed to a Laetitia who is living abroad, the song stands as one of South Africa’s finest pieces of social commentary in which Bezuidenhout reaffirms his commitment to South Africa through dialogue with his friend who has emigrated.

Is ek deel van hierdie land met liefde en hart/ het ek te veel gegee en te veel gevat/ om die donker land nou te verlaat“.

In a recent interview on Litnet Bezuidenhout talked about the influence of Voëlvry. “It was sort of a collective ‘fuck you’ to the Bothas,” says Bezuidenhout. “I was 19 when Voëlvry happened in 1989.”

In this interview Bezuidenhout describes his band, the recently reformed Brixton Moord en Roof Orkes, as the “third wave”, the first being the Voëlvry musicians and the second including people such as Valiant Swart and Joos Tonteldoos.

“People know me more as a newspaper columnist than as a musician,” he tells journalist Fred de Vries.

Athough he describes this third wave as a “blip” on the cultural radar, the quality of the songs he has written on Bleek Berus disputes his self-deprecating attitude to his art. Songs such asDie Ritme van Chaos, which takes on the subject matter of white suburban fear, and Die Laaste Brandwag, which grapples with ecological disaster, are superb additions to the canon of South African folk music.

For, ultimately, that is exactly what Bezuidenhout is offering up on Bleek Berus — an album of contemporary Afrikaans folk songs, with their collective tongue firmly placed in their collective cheek. One only has to listen to the cheesy arrangements that invoke the spirit of Leonard Cohen circa 1988’s I’m Your Man and 1992’s The Future to see that Bezuidenhout is dealing with very heavy subject matter in a light-hearted way.

The recurring themes on the album are of drought and the desert, the Namib in particular, as the legacy of South Africa’s border wars are dealt with.

The last song, Vernichtungsbefehl, deals with the Herero genocide in Namibia and particularly how the desert dunes hide the skeletons — they are complicit in the cover-up.

As the title suggests, the album is fascinated with the idea of white people finding peace in the new South Africa, reconciling their troubled history and positioning themselves within the social fabric of South Africa — and the bleak dry landscape is the perfect metaphor for that history.

While friends emigrate and others live in fear, Bezuidenhout is looking forward — too much a part of this country to quit, but also disenchanted with the way most white people live their lives in the new democratic South Africa.

Is the Voëlvry message still relevant to white South Africans in 2010? Bezuidenhout doesn’t have the answers, but he is asking the questions.


Ons Kerk Se Mense – part 1

Source: toypom (Scribd)

Ons Kerk Se Mense

Various Artists

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Distributed with ONS KLYNTJI magazine dated November 2007

FULL DISCLOSURE: The reviewer collaborates on three of these 22 tracks and will therefore make no value judgments on the content or his own vocals but will restrict his comments to the inputs of his partners. Two and a half years down the line, this extraordinary compilation has garnered only one online review. The reviewer-contributor is thus compelled to reveal the neglected rarity’s treasures & travesties.

Ons Kerk Se Mense (The Members of our Congregation or literally, Our Church’s People) was compiled by Drikus Barnard of the bands Slow, Brixton, Moord & Roof, Plank & Trike. Nine or ten of these were recorded and produced at his Lekkerrus Studios. (Mystery surrounds track 22). Paul Riekert of OneF Records produced 4 of them and mastered the album. Photographic credit: ‘Train and Trout’ by Mariska Ison.

Acts with more than one contribution include Buckfever Underground (2), Insek (2) and Drikus (under the moniker Brixton Barnard and with Slow).

Recorded in 2000, Slow’s Krismiswurm is the oldest as it would appear that all the others were recorded in either 2006 or 2007. Spoken poetry/prose comprises approximately one third of the work although some tracks straddle genres. Besides numbers 1 and 21 which are in English, the rest is Afrikaans through and through.

PART ONE
Slow’s edgy Krismiswurm opens with sampled male & female voices before the guitars & drums kick in. The complex arrangement encompasses shifting tempos, innovative guitar work and startling bursts of percussion over and around which Drikus steers his acerbic social commentary. Both of Buckfever Underground’s contributions come from their album The Buckfever Underground SAVES. Over a mix of what sounds like sax, cymbals, guitar, drums and drones, the first offering Psalms en Gesange (Psalms & Hymns) praises inter alia airmail, e-mail, roadblocks, alcohol abuse, community service, national parks, simplicity, various vehicles, giving birth, painkillers, the ability to urinate, the dreams of a child, a bank balance, seekers that find, strategic retreats and fellatio.

That wild parade emerges after the slow, ominous intro that lists a series of “iconic” politico-religious figures; the pace picks up for the praises that are interspersed with off-the-cuff observations. Finally the tempo winds down in a loop-like repetition of the jubilations alone.

A burst of textured feedback unleashes the only English song, I Want To Die On A Tuesday Afternoon. This passionate rant’s up-tempo beat supports the swirls and shapes summoned up by massed guitars, surging synths and sundry chimes, hums & buzzes.

Insek’s first track is the brief instrumental called Derrick on which trumpet- dominant segments alternate with screaming guitars & sax-like sounds. The maniacal Terug Van Die Dood (Back From The Dead) combines bellowed vocals & shrieks with 200bpm industrial beats.

Phew! In the name of sanity, let’s turn to the more conventional structures of the singer-songwriters. Ironically, Piet Planter’s blend of brooding vocals and jangling guitar deals with insanity (Niemand By Die Huis). A choir of electronic crickets at first subtly insinuates itself into the rich full sound, progressively infiltrates the matrix and finally fragments the psyche as it triumphs in the mix.

An interplay of symphonic synths and stirring guitar give rise to the beautiful autumnal tones of Bacchus Nel’s Ballade Van Die Vrou Wat Te Lank Alleen Gebly Het (Ballad Of The Woman Who Stayed On Her Own Too Long). His rich tenor narrates a tale of woe, something like Eleanor Rigby’s Afrikaans aunty who dwelt on a farm in the Karoo.

The third singer-songwriter (second in the segue after Bacchus) is Bittervrug with Ek Sien Jou In My Drome (I See You In My Dreams). Alas, the mood lifts not… grieving guitar embraces solemn orchestral sounds while a funereal beat provides the perfect backdrop for Charles’ anguished vocals as they spiral ever deeper into despair.

Feeling suicidal? Let’s jump 5 tracks for the love of life! Brixton Barnard saves the day with a Ween-like faux country send-up of 1970s country queen Barbara Ray. Not exactly humorous either, the song serenades the chanteuse within a framework of bitter irony, dark humor and apocalyptic imagery.

By now, Angst starts sinking its claws into my soul so I skip Moord Greeff’s Ballas for Monster Soek Sy Meester (Monster Seeks Its Master) by Willem Welsyn en die Sunrise Toffies. At least this one has chugging, buoyant rhythms, roaring guitars and soaring vocals. The music brings brief respite but the lyrics relentlessly push the mutant.

Jeez, dudes … feed me Effexor, Elavil, Prozac.

Singer-songwriter Roof Bezuidenhout’s tender Afrika Wat Wag (Africa Which Awaits) offers elegant melancholia in its acoustic simplicity which is atmospherically enhanced by the odd strategic bleep, exquisite percussive infusions plus some whirring effects that embellish the outro.

OK, bring on the poets then!

The double-tracked vocals (normal & delay) of Esmé Eva Kwaad’s tone poem The Heaviest Red create an echo that’s reinforced by the reference to “echoes of memories”. Conventional time evaporates as the voices spirit us into a dreamtime inseparable from the setting. Timelessness and disintegration exist and occur simultaneously: “nothing’s happening at all” versus “the ache is so beautiful it makes me tick.” The spooky superstructure, the sense of foreboding, rests on a bedrock of resignation. This juxtaposition of the sinister and the soothing resembles the unsettling yet hypnotic effect of the lullaby. Tick-tock percussion joins the eerie background rumble on the line “the clock is only correct twice a day.” Following the last word of the final line “and the sky drips the heaviest reds” this beat speeds up till the single ring of a bell swallows it.

Accompanied by church organ, Esmé Eva Kwaad delivers an equally other- worldly rendition of Ben Jonson’s “Song To Celia” (Drink To Me Only With Thine Eyes) as introduction to the collaboration with Piet Pompies whose spoken vocal commences after her final note has faded, narrating a nightmare over the organ tune (no pun intended).

Filthy but fun! Dit Was Immers 1 January exhibits Paul Riekert’s scatological musings on the word “turd.” Claiming that women will go to any lenth to avoid using it, he examines the synonyms & circumlocutions and then narrates an encounter with the only woman who had ever articulated the word in his presence. On Retha Vermeulen’s lips it became a “bon mot,” expressed with conviction at just the right moment.

Well, that’s what Miranda claimed in the movie Picnic At Hanging Rock: “Everything happens at exactly the right place and time.”

TBC


Rock-ligpunte in resessie-blues

Source: Danie Marais (Beeld)

Die vurige rooikop-sirene Neko Case. Foto: Jason Creps

Die vurige rooikop-sirene Neko Case. Foto: Jason Creps

Oor 2009 voel ek soos ’n ou wat deur ’n onderwyser gedwing is om ’n sokkie te organiseer en toe doen ek dit langtand en toe kom daar net ’n paar mense en hulle kla oor die ballonne, kos en musiek.

So, vat hierdie gunstelinglysies van wie dit kom – ’n musiekslaaf in sy laat dertigs met ’n babadogter en ’n groot verband; ’n man wat vanjaar bowenal musikale troos gesoek het vir ’n troebel gemoed.

Miskien kon ek juis daarom ook nie vat kry aan ’n paar van die oorsese kritici se albums van die jaar nie.

Hoewel ek kon hoor hoekom musiekskrywers Animal Collective se Merriweather Post Pavillion en die Dirty Projectors se Bitte Orca as hoogs innoverend beskryf, sou ek ’n ander man op ’n ander uitbundiger partytjie op ander gelukkiger dwelms moes wees om daaroor opgewonde te raak.

Musikale pleisters

Gelukkig het die jaar hope uitstekende musikale pleisters vir rou geskaafde nerwe gebied en plaaslik was daar behoorlik ’n ontploffing van goeie musiek: van NuL se oorverdowende industriële rock-protes tot die Radio Kalahari Orkes se heerlike aweregse boeremusiek en Andries Bezuidenhout se seminale, poëties-elegiese Bleek berus wat onder leiding van Drikus Barnard se musiekregie akoestiese folk treffend met elektroniese klanke vervreem het.

Mavis Vermaak (Riana Wiechers) het gewys dat The Buckfever Underground, wat ’n opwindende konsertalbum, Limbs Gone Batty, uitgereik het, nou kompetisie het wat betref die praatsang van poësie met begeleiding van onvoorspelbare, stemmingsryke musiek.

Zinkplaat het hul eiesoortige funky pop-rock-klank verfyn en beïndruk met ’n nuwe album wat met sy treffende afkrap-omslag ook ’n prys vir beste grafiese ontwerp verdien.

En wat besete blues-rock in die tradisie van The White Stripes en The Black Keys betref, het The Pretty Blue Guns die moordende pas aangegee met die manne van Taxi Violence kort op hul hakke.

Bittersoet plesier

’n Ander bittersoet plesier wat herinner het aan vroeë REM met ’n skeutjie country twang, was die Black Hotels se aansteeklike Films for the 21st Century. Dear Reader (voorheen Harris Tweed) en Laurie Levine het gesorg vir lieflike intieme folk-rock met gesofistikeerde bewerkings en subtiele begeleiding, waarvan die res van die wêreld gerus kan kennis neem.

En dan is ek eintlik bang my ma of enige ordentlike mens wat ek ken, hoor ek hou van Die Antwoord, want dié Kapenaars se smerige rap sal vir Eminem laat bloos.

Vir meer vernietigende satire en snaakser vuil grappe op die maat van dodelike hiphop sal jy egter ver soek.

Die lirieke van D**sdronk het ek immers ook al in die uitskelgesprekke tussen bergies op straat gehoor – net sonder die giftige ritmes en refrein.

En met die talentvolle, lelik snaakse Jack Parow se debuut op pad, lyk dit of Afrikaanse rymkletsers (rappers) die subversiewe kultusfenomeen van die nabye toekoms gaan wees.

Unieke klankmonster

Maar wat grensverskuiwend betref, was die BLK JKS (“Black Jacks” uitgespreek) los voor. Dié Johannesburgers het ongetemde prog-rock en 21ste-eeuse Afrika met tradisionele dreunsang en aardse misterie gekruis, en met dié unieke klankmonster het hulle ook indie-rockgeesdriftiges in Amerika en Brittanje laat regop sit.

Nes Neill Blomkamp met sy skitterende District 9 het die BLK JKS die wêreld gewys hoe eiesoortig en fassinerend Suid-Afrika is wanneer dit nie deur die lense van vooropgestelde Westerse of Afro-nasionalistiese idees bekyk word nie.

Verskeidenheid

Aan die internasionale musiekfront het Valiant se “vure vol verskeidenheid” hoog gebrand en was daar stilisties én inhoudelik te kus en te keur. (Sien gerus www.metacritic. com/music/bests/2009.shtml vir toonaangewende oorsese publikasies se toptien-lyste.)

Leonard Cohen het sy terugkeer tot internasionale verhoë in 2008 gevier met die groot konsertalbum Live in London en gewys waarom hy die status van lewende legende geniet.

’n Ander lewende legende uit die 1960’s, Bob Dylan, het ’n lekker spontane blues-album uitgereik en hoewel Together Through Life net die ding was vir die langpad of laatnagmymeringe, het dit nie dieselfde gravitas as sy laaste drie groot uitreikings nie – Modern Times (2006), Love and Theft (2001) en Time Out of Mind (1997).

Springlewendig

’n Paar van 2009 se ander hoogtepunte het opnuut bevestig dat die musikale erfenis van Bob Dylan en The Band springlewendig is – die fakkel is deur ’n opwindende jonger generasie Americana-kunstenaars soos The Low Anthem, Andrew Bird, Monsters of Folk (die supergroep wat bestaan uit Conor Oberst en Mike Mogis van Bright Eyes, Jim James van My Morning Jacket en M. Ward), The Felice Brothers, Richmond Fontaine, Elvis Perkins in Dearland, die Dave Rawlings Machine en M. Ward verder gedra.

Ou staatmakers wat hul reeds monumentale loopbane indrukwekkend verder uitgebou het, is Bruce Springsteen met die besonder eklektiese Working on a Dream en Jack White, wat vir The Dead Weather sy wilde kitaar laat lê het en agter die ketels ingeskuif het.

En hel, The Dead Weather se Gotiese moeras-blues aangevuur deur die sang van die rock-amasone Alison Mosshart was ’n onrusbarende, sexy gedoente.

Windgat-punk-rock

Maar daar was bowenal verskeidenheid: Dié jaar se resessie-blues is aansienlik verlig deur The Cribs se windgat-punk-rock, Florence and the Machine se ondeunde pop-punk, The Flaming Lips se neonkleurige anderwêreldse klankskommels, die Arctic Monkeys se verrassende en broeiende rocker, Humbug, The xx se sielvolle, maar minimalistiese elektroniese ballades, Wilco se ontspanne alt-rock-vertroosting, die Yeah Yeah Yeahs se opruiende, elektroniese disco-rock, DM Stith se lieflike spookmusiek en nagklank-landskappe, Grizzly Bear se psigedeliese indie-rock gelaai met hemelse harmonieë en kaleidoskopiese klanke, Bill Callahan (voorheen bekend as Smog) se teer digterlike versugting en windverwaaide wysies, en Wild Beasts se hipnotiese tweede album – stel jou voor Antony Hegarty (van Antony & The Johnsons) sing vir The Smiths.

En dan was daar die Eels met garage-rock en bitter ballades vol droë humor, wat enige desperate ou weerwolf vir die maan laat tjank het: “I’m more alone than I’ve ever been / Help me out of the shape I’m in / After the fires, before the flood / My sweet baby, I need fresh blood / Whoo! Howl” (Fresh Blood)

Gemoedsmassering

Maar as daar een album is waarna ek keer op keer vir ’n gemoedsmassering teruggekeer het, was dit Neko Case se wonderlike Middle Cyclone.

Dié vurige rooikop-sirene het reeds ’n rits uitstekende folk-rock-albums agter haar naam, onder meer 2006 se mylpaal Fox Confessor Brings the Flood, maar op haar jongste het alles met die hulp van top-musikante soos Jon Rauhouse (akoestiese kitaar en pedal steel), Joey Burns van Calexico (tjello en baskitaar), Howe Gelb van Giant Sand (klavier en kitaar) en M. Ward (kitaar) eenvoudig moeiteloos, perfek in plek geval.

Case se stem is van oewerlose, sensuele verlange gemaak, maar “iets donkers gryp-gryp [altyd] onderaan” en haar beste nuwe liedjies – This Tornado Loves You, People Got a Lotta Nerve (sien die sjarmante video hier: /www.nekocase.com/downloads) en Middle Cyclone – klink of hulle nog altyd daar was.

Dit is egter haar magiese Magpie to the Morning met sy kleutervers-eggo’s wat my herhaaldelik uit my apatie gelok het:

“Magpie comes a calling
Drops a marble from the sky
Tin roof sounds alarming
‘Wake up child’
‘Let this be a warning’
Says the magpie to the morning
Don’t let this fading summer pass you by”.

En daarom het ek my musiekverslawing nog nooit berou nie: ’n Smeulende sangeres op ’n ander kontinent blaas ’n verwikkelde soen op ’n gefluisterde melodie; dit land op jou wang en maak jou oë oop vir die somer wat jy besig is om onge-siens verby te laat glip. Dis tog toordery.


It takes a lot to laugh, it takes Bleek Berus to cry; Andries Bezuidenhout interview

Source: Fred De Vries (Fred De Vries – 01 Dec 2009)

Modest is the best word to describe Andries Bezuidenhout. Throughout our two hour interview he constantly tries to downplay the importance of his work as a singer/songwriter, as someone who carried the Voëlvry spirit into the 21st century. But for me Andries is one of the most exciting and versatile characters in the alternative Afrikaans scene. Many will know him as the singer of the now defunct Brixton Moord en Roof Orkes. But he’s also a sociologist at Wits University and a columnist for Rapport, while last year he published his first volume of poetry, Retoer.

It took him five years to come with a follow up to his first solo album Insomniak Se Droomalmanak. But the recently launched Bleek Berus was well worth the wait. Largely produced by Andries ex-band mate Drikus Barnard it has a bleak, almost tinny sound and songs that tell tales of leaving, murder and ecological disaster. Discomforting tunes for an uncertain age, but always with a touch of humour.

We meet at a Thai restaurant in Cyrildene, Johannesburg, not far from Observatory where Andries lives. He says he’s not very hungry and orders rice and tom yam. I choose green curry with fish. We finish a bottle of Chardonnay. And let it be known: Andries laughs a lot – and loud.

The songs on Bleek Berus seem to fit together quite nicely.

“The theme is dry places, the Kalahari, the highveld as a desert. It’s about where I feel at home, places without people.”

How did the theme come about?

“I really love the Namib desert and I love the Karoo and the Kalahari. And also, to be a bit pretentious, it’s the only place where Afrikaans is really rooted, in those dry places. That’s where Afrikaans is mostly spoken. Parts of the Karoo, parts of Namibia. If you think of Afrikaans as a South African language, that’s not the case. There were Afrikaners in Angola. The history of the language is not the history of South Africa, it’s a much more regional process. Die dorsland trek, the people who trekked through the Namib into Angola. Also in the Karoo you can’t pretend Afrikaans is a European language, because there it’s rooted in the landscape and the Khoikhoi people.”

Die Laatste Brandwag is your ecological song. It’s based on Bobbejaan Klim die Berg, which over the years has become a bit of a controversial tune. How did that one come about?

“Die Laatste Brandwag was for a tv-programme about traditional Afrikaans music and where those songs come from. They told me I had to use Bobbejaan, a traditional song. So what the fuck do you do? I swapped the meaning around. No one knows what the original is about, but I wanted to get away from the racist connotations. This one says: humans should never have lifted their hands off the surface of the earth.”

It has nothing to do with Ossewa Brandwag?

“Not at all. Baboons have brandwagte when the troops move around. They have one baboon constantly on the lookout for lions. That’s my reference. It’s about baboon telling people that they’re fucking up the place. I had an interesting email from Koos Kombuis about that song. He said he only understood it after the fourth listening. It first sounded like gibberish to him.”

It references Koos Kombuis and the FAK parody he did on Ver Van Die Ou Kalahari. But the rhythm and melody remind me of De La Rey.

“Well, it also has a rolling tune, I guess. But it was recorded in 2004, way before DeLa Rey. I worked around the tune of the original song, but turned it into a waltz, which is the first change. And then I turned a lot of the major chords into minor, to make it a sad song. We also did a great video. It was very tongue in cheek, with a doom prophet. He kind of mocked it. He had a poster that said ‘Die einde is naby’. And one that said ‘Wanneer kom die einde nou?’ And one: ‘Die einde moet nou naby wees.’ You have to send it up, you have to put the tongue in the check somewhere.”

You often strike me as a romantic, in the best way. A bit like the old Germans like Novalis, with their Sehnsucht and melancholia or the Swiss born Jean-Jacques Roussou with his deep love for nature. A bit heavy too…

“Well, there’s less humour here than on Insomniak. But I hope people see the humour in the arrangements. Like Die Ritme Van Chaos, which is a dicey song about white fears. We send it up completely with the arrangements. I love the arrangements. It’s tacky, computer based, a complete send up. The drums are so Leonard Cohen tacky 80s style. That’s all intentional.”

For a listener it’s not so easy to get all that irony.

“That’s fine.”

I thought: the man is depressed. I mean, look at the cover with its spooky, silver blue picture of an empty shack and a leafless tree.

“I love the cover.”

Me too, but it did give me the wrong impression. I took it too seriously. Most people will.

“Jaaaa. I’m not bleak about life here, I’m bleak about life. Living in South Africa, you feel more alive than you do in other places. Yes, shorter, that’s the ‘berus’ part, haha. But when you make peace with that… Look, the lyrics are kind of serious. And you have to counter the seriousness with a bit of humour. And on this one I had to do that with the arrangements. And Drikus understood it. He did it really well. I love the job he did on it.”

Bleakness is usually not a great selling point.

“I don’t expect to sell thousands of copies. I like a song with a good tune, a good solid structure and interesting lyrics. Folk songs, that’s what I do. Anyone can play my songs. I learned to play the guitar to Koos Kombuis songs. He said he only know five chords, and I figured them out. I know a bit more than five now. But I have no ambition to become a jazz musician.”

Two songs (Dis Net Werk Toe Wat Ek Nog Deur Hillbrow Ry and Die Sprinkhane Se Begrafenis) are about people emigrating. Do you blame those who emigrate?

“No, I don’t. I can perfectly understand. It’s fine, as long as they can live with that decision.”

You sound sad.

“Well, it’s tough when your drummer emigrates to Canada, hahaha. I have a sister inAustralia and a drummer in Canada. But they both didn’t emigrate because of fear, but to live there with their partner. I also have a good friend in London. It impacts on your life, the fact that people make decisions about where they live.”

Which song was the hardest to do?

“Vernichtungsbefehl. It’s 12 minutes long. That was either going to be a roaring disaster or it was going to work. And I think it works. I changed the original poem around on order and I worked a bit more on rhyme. But generally it doesn’t rhyme, and it has a strange metre. It was a huge challenge. Also because the melody is repetitive. I never worked on melodic change. I sometimes do bridges. But that one has to roll, like a dune, it has to keep going. The variation is more in the rhythm. It works because it doesn’t bore me yet. I’m sure it will, but I can still listen to it. For me that’s the criteria.”

It’s based on a poem in your book Retoer. How did that poem come about?

“That’s the army. Ferdinand was with me in the army. He was one of my friends. The poem talks about Namibia and the Herero genocide and the Vernichtungsbefehl (the destruction order). We once drove through the desert and came across skeletons. It’s interesting how you bury a person in a dune and the dunes constantly move, and how the skeleton was arranged in a much longer pose. The feet come out first, and as the dune moves it leaves the skeleton almost strung out. That’s an image that stuck. The song is basically about what the dunes hide and what they reveal. And in the end it’s about die skuld van onskuld. If you go into the army you’re 19, 20 years old. You don’t really know what you do. That goes for the German troops who were there when they massacred the Herero. It’s the same for the South African soldiers who were there (during the Border War). That’s why they want them young. They follow commands and orders. That song has the most of me.”

Why did you choose that particular poem?

“Again, it’s a strong theme in my life: taking responsibilities for things that you did that you don’t maybe… (voice trails off). Look, also it’s an important balance. It’s the only song that really introduces a political theme, tired old South African politics. But I hope it doesn’t do it in a tired way. I have mixed feelings about the place, because it’s also where I had to face some… Let’s put it this way: I started to develop my own personality for the first time in my life there, in a very late stage. I was 19.”

Who was Ferdinand?

“A friend of mine who was also in the army, a bit older. He was a big influence in my life at that time. He had studied before joining the army. He was at a different place in his life and questioned things, whereas I as a youngster from school just accepted what people told me. So that’s part of the theme. The song also refers to his attempted suicide. He drove around with the hosepipe in the back of his car for the time when he had enough courage to do it. One evening he got enough courage and went to Lovers Hill in Walvis Bay. He parked the car and took out the hosepipe, but it was too short to reach out to back window, hahaha. So he told us about this the next morning at breakfast, and it was interesting to hear the responses. Someone said: but Ferdi you have a hatchback, why don’t you just put the hose into the hatchback? He hadn’t thought of that. Maybe that was the right response, that no-nonsense response. That was the end of the conversation about the attempted suicide. No, I’m no longer in touch with him. I don’t even know if he’s still alive.”

Tell me about the story behind Dis Net Werk Toe Wat Ek Nog Deur Hillbrow Ry.

“That was another commissioned one, for a show we did at the Nelspruit Arts Festival, a Kerkorrel tribute with Stef Bos, Amanda Strydom, Jan Blom, Valiant Swart and I.They all had songs about Kerkorrel, so I wrote that one and decided to do it about the Voëlvry Generation, about where we are now. I reference (Kerkorrel’s) DonkerDonker Land. He was very important, but not more than Koos. James Phillips was the first one really, with Hou My Vas Korporaal. He’s the original and he inspired Koos, who listened to Wie Is Bernoldus Niemand?, and then realised where he had to go. So James started the whole thing. Koos agrees with that.”

How did he react to your Hillbrow song?

“His first response was: heimelik es ik bly ek hoef nie door Hillbrow werk toe te ry. Hahaha.

Does it still evoke those feelings of melancholia and nostalgia when you drive there?

“Hillbrow is interesting these days. A lot of it is picking up and picking up really fast. There’s a lot of renovation going on. In fact the Chelasea Hotel has already been renovated, so the song is already dated. So the song a bit more swartgallig than reality. There’s also a tacky ending to the song, a naïve kwela that all these guys used to do in the 80s.”

How do you relate to the Voëlvry generation?

“Voëlvry was the first movement. A lot of people feel part of it, even though they didn’t play in a band. But they were there. It was a sort of collective ‘fuck you’ to the Botha’s. I was 19 when Voëlvry happened in 1989. I was in the army. I saw Bernoldus Niemand live, playing with Koos Kombuis, but I never met him. Kerkorrel moved into a different circuit when I met Koos and Valiant. [Brixton Moord en Roof Orkes] were the third wave, after Valiant and Joos Tonteldoos. I’m just a blip on the cultural scene.”

You’re so self-deprecating.

“No, honest. It’s not that I made a big impact music wise, people know me more as a newspaper columnist than a musician.”

What do you listen to these days for inspiration?

“I know it’s a cliché but still Leonard Cohen. I listened to New Skin For The Old Ceremony before I came here. I love girly backing vocals, especially with a boring voice like mine. You have to soup it up a bit.”

Leonard Cohen writes lots of love songs. There’s a lack of those on your album.

“My greatest fear is to be corny. I have tried, but I just abandon them. The love song is the most difficult one to write, especially in Afrikaans. That’s the strange thing about Afrikaans. English are more willing to be corny. Afrikaans comes across as soetsappig. It’s a gritty language and when you move away from that the contrast is just so stark.”

You now also study poetry at Stellenbosch University. How does writing song lyrics and writing poetry differ?

“I started writing poetry in order to get away from the discipline and the strong, fixed metre in writing lyrics. But there’s a bit of a snag there: if you do use metre in poetry it has to be more fixed there than in the song, because when you sing a song you can smuggle a bit with how you sing it. My approach to poetry is generally more free verse, so for me that’s an escape.”

Is there poetry in your lyrics?

“Die Sprinkhane Se Begrafnis is there purely for the line: ‘En die sprinkane hou begrafnis op my kar se voorste ruit, muggies as confetti vir die dood se bruid’. I was driving at night and stopped and wrote down the words. I often stop to write when I drive. Look, (he points at the lyric sheet, at the words of Hoëveld-Utopia), the same happened with Nigel and Balfour in winter, I love the highveld in winter. I so disagree with Toast (Coetzer, who wrote a song called The Highveld (Is A Shit Place To Be In Winter)). I hate the highveld in summer, I love it in winter, that’s when it’s beautiful, really really beautiful. The blue gums, the dry grass land, the broken fences, the smoke, the mine dumps. What more do you want? Fucking Table Mountain? I appreciate it when I see it as a desert. That smell of the veld fires. When you arrive from overseas and drive home from OR Tambo invariably there’s a veld fire that welcomes you back. That veld fire is home. Bleak? That’s who we are, a bloody mine town with poison in the soil.”


Andries Bezuidenhout – Bleek Berus Press Release

Source: Underground Press (Andries Bezuidenhout – Bleek Berus Press Release 21 October 2009)

Album: BLEEK BERUS
Artist: ANDRIES BEZUIDENHOUT
Label: ONE F MUSIC
Release Date: OCTOBER 2009

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Bleek Berus

English Version:

One F Music announces the release of Andries Bezuidenhout’s second solo-CD, Bleek Berus (roughly translated: ‘Bleak Resignation.’) Andries is a leading Afrikaans singer-songwriter.

Bleek Berus contains ten brand new songs, most of which were recorded by former Brixton Moord & Roof Orkes (‘Brixton Murder and Robbery Band’) member Drikus Barnard from 2007 to 2009. Also on the album is “Die laaste brandwag,” (‘The Last Sentinel’), which was recorded by Paul Riekert in 2004 for KykNet’s programme “Die liedjies wat ons ken.”

Thematically most of the songs draw on the theme of deserts and other dry places, be it the Namib, or the Highveld as a human desert. “Vernichtungsbefehl,” the last track, with its references to the Herero genocide in Namibia in 1904, is also available as a poem in Andries’s book of poetry Retoer. As in his previous work, themes such as identity and emigration are explored, but in new ways.

Musically speaking Bleek Berus is recorded in the style of contemporary Americana and alt-country, but with a strong local flavour – acoustic outlines filled out with subtle electronics.

The album follows Insomniak se Droomalmanak (‘Insomniac’s dream diary’) (2003), as well as Spergebied (‘Restricted Zone’) (2002) and Terug in Skubbe (‘Back in Scales’) (2005), which he recorded with the now disbanded Brixton Moord en Roof Orkes. His debut book of poetry Retoer was published by Protea Boekhuis in 2007.

Afrikaans Version:

One F Music kondig met genoegdoening die vrystelling van Andries Bezuidenhout se tweede solo-CD, Bleek Berus, aan. Andries is reeds bekend as een van die land se mees toonaangewende singer-songwriters.
Bleek Berus bevat tien splinternuwe songs, waarvan die meeste deur Drikus Barnard tussen 2007 en 2009 opgeneem is. Dit bevat ook “Die laaste brandwag,” wat deur Paul Riekert in 2004 opgeneem is vir KykNet se program “Die liedjies wat ons ken.”
Tematies sny die meeste van die lirieke by die tema “woestyn” aan, hetsy die Namib, of die Hoëveld as menslike woestyn. “Vernichtungsbefehl,” die laaste track, is ook beskikbaar as gedig in Andries se digbundel Retoer. Temas soos identiteit en emigrasie word weer ontgin, maar op nuwe maniere.
Musikaal is Bleek Berus in die styl van baie van hedendaagse Americana en alt-country opgeneem, maar met ʼn plaaslike inslag – sterk akoestiese buitelyne wat subtiel met elektronika ingekleur word.
Die nuwe album volg na Insomniak se Droomalmanak (2003), asook Spergebied (2002) en Terug in Skubbe (2005), wat hy saam met die nou ontbinde Brixton Moord en Roof Orkes vrygestel het. Aan die einde van 2007 het sy debuutdigbundel Retoer by Protea Boekhuis verskyn.
Interview:

CLAIR CANTRELL FROM ONE F MUSIC ASKS ANDRIES A FEW DIFFICULT QUESTIONS ABOUT BLEEK BERUS:

  1. Why did it take you so long to release another solo album?
    Most of the songs and the concept for the album were ready a few years back. I had initially planned to record and release it shortly after the last Brixton Moord & Roof Orkes album Terug in Skubbe. Since the band’s first CD Spergebied was followed by a solo one, Insomniak se Droomalmanak, I thought it would be a productive rhythm. Kind of like band, solo, band, solo, and so on. But things didn’t work out that way. The band was in a bit of a crisis because of a shortage of new material, so I decided to suspend the solo project and to use the songs for the band. And then that also didn’t work out. I guess the songs were too introspective for the band, which was a rock band after all. When the band finally disbanded, I focused on poetry for a while, but the songs nagged to be recorded. Now, finally, after many years, I can release them.
  2. The album is imbued with a sense of loss. Do you think it is time to, “Vat jou goed en trek Ferreira”?
    For many it is, but not for me. My answer to that question is in the song “Dis net werk toe wat ek nog deur Hillbrow ry.” I’ve given far too much to this country and I’ve taken far too much from it to pack up and leave. But many of the songs deal with those decisions, and friends and family who decide otherwise.
  3. You chose Drikus Barnard, who is a relatively unknown producer. What sparked that decision and what was the experience like?
    Drikus, also known as Brixton Barnard, started recoding the songs for the Brixton Moord & Roof Orkes album, as bass player and co-vocalist. It made sense to continue working with him on the songs when the band project didn’t work out. He knows my songs well and is the right cynical antidote to the little bits of sentimentality that sometimes creep into my songs. In the end the recoding process took two years and I think he did a wonderful job. I hope people sit up and take notice of his work as a left field music producer.
  4. Tell me more about your book in relation to this album and also the book launch you are attending on the 21st?
    The book is called “As almal ver is”. It is a collection of essays about Diasporas and South Africans abroad, edited by Afrikaans poet Danie Marais. I contributed a piece on my visits to my sister in Australia and to Ockert (the former drummer of the Brixton Moord & Roof Orkes) in Canada. The book also contains comic strips and a beautiful lyric by David Kramer about a man, who emigrated to Canada, who visits the South African town where he grew up. Danie asked my to sing some of my songs that deal with the issue at the launch. But I must say, my album is more about staying than it is about leaving.
  5. “Bring die buie, bring die reën, laat die wolke hulle trane oor droë grond ween” – has it happened yet? It has a response almost Nick Caves “Weeping Song” with a beacon of hope and also the “Ship Song”, with a bit of “1000 kisses deep”, this is your Bittervrug, “Ek sien jou in my drome”. You tell me…
    The inspiration for the song comes from Lüderitz in Namibia. The town gets its water from deep under the surface of the desert; age old fossil water. The water tastes pure and feels soft on your skin. The Afrikaans poet Wilma Stockenström wrote a beautiful, but cynical poem about this called “Koichab se water.” My song about water under the desert’s surface is an attempt at a love song. I’m not very good at writing love songs, or declaring my love, so it is filled with trepidation. I can only hope that it works.
  6. Explain the themes intrinsic to your album, and the relationship with Joburg – do you hope she misses you?
    I initially wanted to call the album “Dorsland,” but that title had been used by someone else. Most of the songs are about the desert. I love the Karoo, the Kalahari, and the Namib. That is where I feel at home. Those are also the parts of southern Africa where Afrikaans is mostly spoken. In the Karoo Afrikaans cannot pretend to be a European language, it is unashamedly indigenised. Like the landscape, it is a tough, barren language, filled with sand and dust. I don’t feel I belong in Johannesburg, as if I’m just one of many immigrants from across the world who scrape a living here. But the Highveld also has its own beauty, especially in winter. That is what the song “Hoëveld-utopia” is about, where the album’s title comes from – bleek berus – bleak resignation. Even though the Highveld is a cold human desert, people seem to find beauty and warmth here. When I think of the place as a desert, I do too.
  7. Do you make the same statements with your visual art as you do with music and your written word projects, do you speak the same ‘language’ in each medium? Not necessarily a written but emotional language?
    I’m currently working on landscapes, or rather cityscapes of Johannesburg as seen from the balcony of my apartment. So I guess so. But painting allows me to escape words. When I paint I stop thinking in language and go numb. Without it, I think I’d go completely mad.
  8. Making an album is making something and letting it walk its own road, Nick Cave likened his songs to being sad eyed children, your poetry, music and visual art – what is your relationship to these?
    The problem with recorded albums and printed poems is that, unlike people, they can’t grow further. It’s final. So they’re not children. But some psychoanalysts argue people make art because of a fear of death. Apparently they also have children for this reason. So art and children are both attempts at immortality. Since I’ve never been in therapy, apart from the occasional session with Jack Daniels, I’m not sure about this. I’m happy to live a life that is only examined in lyrics. Who cares about immortality? That is the joy of working in a dying language. You know there won’t be people who speak or read Afrikaans two centuries from now, so Afrikaans songwriters and poets can never have pretentions of immortality. I hope this doesn’t sound too melodramatic, but at least we’re allowed to give our language a decent funeral.
  9. This is certainly your most eloquently written album – tell me how your studies have broadened your ability to communicate what it is you wish the listener to “see”.
    Thanks for the compliment. I guess you’re referring to the course in creative writing I’m doing with Marlene van Niekerk and Willem Anker? That is more for poetry, but I hope in future it will improve my lyrics as well.
  10. Why are your comments on life so ‘bleak’ – why the dry, dark, ironic side of life – comment?
    I don’t know. I don’t think I’m a particularly depressed or depressing individual. I hope people hear the humour in the lyrics and appreciate some of the tongue-in-cheek arrangements as well. After all, a little light makes you see the dark even better.

MEDIA COMMENTS ON PREVIOUS ALBUMS

    Spergebied, Brixton Moord & Roof Orkes (2002)

  • “Firmly in the middle of the new wave of Afrikaans rock bands, BMRO plays driving folk rock – kind of like Koos du Plessis had he ever heard Nirvana… Their debut album is uncomplicated in sound and filled with great songs (good lyrics is one of their hallmarks) about women, drinking, Jo’burg, yuppies, road rage and life in general… On the whole, music that will make you feel better the morning after you did something reprehensible.”– Toast Coetzer, SL Magazine, December 2002/January 2003
  • “This is not a very cheerful album on the lyrical side, but the music really rocks. So, to mis-quote Syd (Kitchen, not Barrett), this CD is not for sissies, but the brave listener who ventures into this Restricted Area will be rewarded with some very unrestricted Afrikaans Rock.”– Brian Currin, South African Rock Digest
  • “Afrikaans music in the folk or folk/rock style has been around for ages, producing excellent song writers like the superb Koos du Plessis and Koos Kombuis, reflecting many aspects of life in South Africa. This album carries on in that fine tradition… No-go areas of the human psyche, despair, hope, deterioration, love and violence are confronted with humour, anger, irony and sensitivity using brilliant imagery… Don’t let me give you the impression that this album is all doom and gloom. There is a great balance and serious fun, some great lines and good music that will leave you wondering when the next Brixton Moord en Roof Orkes CD will be coming out.”– Etienne Creux, Pretoria News, 21 August 2002
  • “Hierdie is woordemusiek, maar nie daai kak soort wat traai diep wees nie. Lyrics gaan oor gewone stuff soos die lewe in Joburg, hoe kak yuppies is, armgeid, en road rage. En wie sal ooit weer kan stry dat daar meriete is in dronkword op mens se eie?… Doen nou julself ‘n moerse guns en gaan kry die CD of check die ouens live. Die CD het 12 befokte tracks op, dis bedonnerd gerecord met ‘n lekker cover en dis meer as die moeite werd. En moenie by ons kom huil as jy jou broek natpis na “Geraamtes in jou kas” nie. Sterk wees vir daai song.”– CHopper CHarlie, watkykjy? Augustus 2002
  • “Afrikaanse rock het liriekskrywers soos hierdie nodig.”– Pieter Redelinghuys, Insig, Junie 2002
    Insomniak se Droomalmanak, Andries Bezuidenhout (2003)

  • “It has taken more than ten years, but at last there is a proper follow-up to Koos Kombuis’ seminal ‘Niemandsland’. On ‘Insomniak se Droomalmanak’ singer/songwriter Andries Bezuidenhout has taken Koos’ knack for melody and bittersweet Afrikaans lyrics and catapulted them into the new millennium. The fourteen songs tackle life in Gauteng, with its suburbia, yuppies and old lefties now living behind huge walls. There’s irony, protest and literary references. And not a single trace of Afrikaner nationalism.”- Fred de Vries
  • “While some idiots give Afrikaans music a terrible name with their badly produced songs about rugby or Rooi Rok Bokkies, at least there are some artists like Koos Kombuis, Kobus! and Piet Botha to save the genre from becoming a line-dancing joke. Andries Bezuidenhout subscribes to the introspective, thought-provoking school of minimalist philosophical expression, commenting on life and the world, from the little things to the bigger picture. The poetic themes of the dream world, the waking dream, sleepwalking existence and the reflection of South African city and suburban life, changes, angst and being white these days may be a heady mix, but it works. There are reflections on idealistic student-type causes and ideals, on hope, longing and the current dispensation – not merely politically but socially, economically and everything else. While it is quite obvious, the only really accurate comparison to be drawn would be with Andre LeToit (better known as Koos Kombuis), both in style and some subject matter. Bezuidenhout loves the language and uses it expressively…”– Paul Blom, Cape Argus, 27 October 2003
  • “Daar word baie gepraat oor ons land, sy probleme en die mense wat in hierdie omstandighede vasgevang is. Wanneer hierdie kwessies deur rym en sang getakel word, kyk jy weer op ‘n ander manier na die vreemde en wonderlike land waarin ons woon. As kunstenaars nog oor die moeilikhede kan sing en humor in situasies raaksien, kan dit jou help vrede maak met elektriese heinings en sekerheidsmaatskappye wat moet sorg dat vriende veilig kan kuier. Andries Bezuidenhout (van Brixton Moord & Roof Orkes) se kommentaar op die hedendaagse Suid-Afrika is skerp, op die man af en hartverskeurend mooi. Die lirieke vir sy CD Insomniak se droomalmanak maak vir elkeen sin, of hy uit die generasie linkses van ouds kom, of ‘n produk van die reënboog-situasie is… Soos die titelsnit aandui, is die saambindende tema wakkelê(wees) en droom van rus. Die ironie van iemand wat die wêreld juis in die donker nag duidelik sien, blyk uit feitlik al die lirieke. Op die meeste albums is ‘n snit of twee wat minder indruk maak as die ander. Selde gebeur dit dat elke snit op sy eie manier onder die luisteraar se vel kruip. Sonder om opdringerig te wees, maak Bezuidenhout ‘n sinvolle stelling in elke lied…”– Mariana Malan, Die Burger, 6 Oktober 2003
    Terug in Skubbe, Brixton Moord & Roof Orkes (2005)

  • “To bring out a great first album is wonderful but to sustain that growth and creativity and come up with an even better second album (albeit more than two years later) is impressive… With all the social commentary and insights of their excellent first album Spergebied, the new album is much tighter, with a harder edge, in music as well as the lyrics. The brilliant imagery, which is at times cutting, humorous or cynical but never bland, explores the human psyche, especially the darker side… While the powerful poetry of Brixton Moord & Roof Orkes’ lyrics is probably their best feature, it is the beautiful tunes and arrangements with great vocals that complete the whole package to make this very fine album.”– Etienne Creux, Pretoria News, 20 April 2005
  • “BMRO extend their survey of South Africa’s psycho-geography with Terug In Skubbe. With their driving garage blues rock blow-outs (“Vis”), pastoral luisterliedjie pit stops and gothic rock overhauls of Koos Doep ballads (“Dagboek van ‘n Swerwer”), the cult Afrikaans rock outsiders percolate a potent post-Voëlvry brew.”– Miles Keylock, CD Wherehouse, Mei 2005
  • “ ‘Wie wil nou ‘n mens wees?’ vra Moord Greeff in ‘Vis’, die eerste lied op die Brixton Moord & Roof Orkes se jongste album, Terug in Skubbe. Daar sal sekerlik stemme opgaan van skepsels wat mens wíl wees juis omdat dit vir óns ore is dat die musiek van hierdie album bedoel is. Dis net ménse wat sal verstaan waaroor die seer en die soet in die lirieke gaan. Visse, honde en voëls het voorregte, maar musiekwaardering is nie een daarvan nie. Hierdie album laat ‘n mens opnuut wonder oor rockers se intense kennis van die lewe… In die geheel het hierdie (die groep se tweede) album se musiek meer verskeidenheid as die eerste, wat hoofsaaklik folk-rock bevat… Hul aanslag wys kennis en begrip van poësie en kombineer dit op unieke wyse met die musiekgenre wat hulle gekies het.”– Mariana Malan, Die Burger, 11 Maart 2005
  • “Terug in skubbe is ‘n tema wat gaan oor omgekeerde evolusie. Soos die meeste songs op die album gaan dit ook oor persoonlike verval en agteruitgang, terwyl die tunes terselfdertyd die mooi daarin probeer raaksien. Gekompliseerde songs wat smag na die ongekompliseerde. Dis min of meer die uitgangspunt. Wanneer jy na dié band se goed luister, gaan dit nie anders kan as om te dink aan ‘n besonderse eiesoortigheid nie. Dit is ouens wat weet hoe om te jol, maar ook weet wat hulle uit hul musiek wil hê. Sover soos true school gaan, is jy hierso op die regte pad.”– Angola Badprop, Beeld, 18 April 2005
  • “Die verskillende stemme is wat die CD laat werk. Nie noodwendig sangstemme nie (maar dié is daar ook). Eerder stemme wat iets te sê of te vertel het, iets wat nog nie tevore gesê of vertel is nie. Terug in skubbe is ‘n lieflike CD. Die grootste gros in hardekoejawel-rock. “Vis”, “Spoed”, “Sussie se sweep” en “Terapie” staan uit. Maar daar is ook dié wat die vrug van folk en country pluk. Bowenal soek ek die Afrikaanse tunes wat vanjaar by songs soos “Lisa Forward” en “Trane van ‘n terroris” kan kers vashou. Terug in skubbe is ‘n juweel.”– Pieter Redelinghuis, Insig, Mei 2005
  • “Die manne van die Jo’burg Afrikaanse underground het weer gedilver en ‘n CD uitgebring waarvoor heelwat ander moet terugstaan. Terug in skubbe is ‘n tema van omgekeerde evolusie, maar dui eintlik op ‘n hunkering na eenvoudigheid in ‘n goor samelewing… Ander Afrikaanse bands gaan beslis ‘n paar tips in songwriting kan vang.”– Angola Badprop, Beeld, 2 Mei 2005
  • “Brixton Moord en Roof se musiek dra ou, afgeleefde Cats; groet jou met ‘n ghrieserige hand en ruik effens na sweet en ou whiskey. Dis liedjies oor middelklas- en minder-as-middelklasmense in middelklas- of minder-as  middelklasbuurte en die middelklas- of minder as middelklasdinge wat hulle doen. Die liedjie waaruit die CD-titel kom, Vis, verwys na ‘n gedig van D.J. Opperman waarin dit gaan oor die vrees om die evolusieleer mis te trap en ‘n paar trappe te gly… Kry dit as jy nie bang is vir musiek wat ‘n effense ghriessmaak in jou mond laat nie…”– Jaco Jacobs, Volksblad, 9 Mei 2005
  • “Brixton Moord & Roof Orkes haat dit as mens hulle die Afrikaanse rockgroep met ‘n gewete noem… Maar dis waar. Terug in skubbe is hul beste album tot dusver, hoofsaaklik vanweë die baie afwisseling wat produksie en musiek betref… BMRO rock hier harder as ooit tevore. Maar onthou ook om te luister wat hulle sê.”– Dirk Jordaan, Beeld, 11 Mei 2005

Verse is persoonlik, maar spreek tot die leser

Source: Mariana Malan (Die Burger 23/03/2008)
RETOER, deur Andries Bezuidenhout. Protea Boekhuis, Pretoria, 2007. (Sagteband, 100 bladsye, ISBN 9 781 86919 182 5.)
DIE driehoek is nou voltooi.
Wat Andries Bezuidenhout met die albums Spergebied (as deel van die Brixton Moord en Roof Orkes) en sy solo-album Insomniak se Droomalmanak begin het, sluit hy nou af met die digbundel Retoer.
Die temas, woorde en gevoel van dié drie is so ineengestrengel dat hulle amper nie as afsonderlike eenhede beskou kan word nie. Bezuidenhout vul ook die woorde in die bundel met sketse aan wat teruggryp na die tyd toe die gedigte geskryf is. Hulle sê dieselfde, dra dieselfde gevoel oor.
Hierdie bundel kom oor jare. Dit kom ’n mens agter aan die temas wat daarin voorkom.
Die roman Ons Wag op die Kaptein van Elsa Joubert het reeds in Spergebied ’n rol gespeel. Die titel kom woordeliks voor in die lied “Geen Land”. Die roman dateer uit die 1960’s, maar Bezuidenhout het in ’n gesprek hieroor gesê die insig wat Joubert met die diverse aard van haar karakters getoon het, is steeds verstommend.
Net soos die albums, is Retoer deurspek met herinneringe, skuldgevoelens en in die algemeen nagmerries oor jong dienspligtiges se ondervindings in die weermag. Vir Bezuidenhout self is die betrokkenheid van genoemde soldate in die townships steeds na aan die nerf.
’n Enkele vergelyking is die lied “Die Geraamtes in jou Kas” op Spergebied, teenoor “Oog oor Mamelodi, 1988” in die bundel. Dis duidelik dat “die wiele van ’n Caspir en die reuk van brandende rubber” (uit die lied) en die herinnering van hoe die woonbuurt Mamelodi deur die oog van ’n teleskoop gelyk het, hoe die “Township-panorama oor die Magaliesmoot” ontvou het (uit die gedig), in nog ’n sensitiewe jong Suid-Afrikaner se geheue vasgesteek het.
Dié herinneringe word deesdae ál meer in ons letterkunde onthul. Hopelik bring die woorde wat daaroor geskryf word, balsem vir die siel.
Daar word dikwels gepraat oor die gebrek aan goeie lirieke in Afrikaans. Ook of lirieke ook poësie kan wees, soos juis op die onlangse Woordfees op Stellenbosch. As ’n mens Bezuidenhout se lirieke lees, is dit na die uwe se beskeie mening tog poësie. Neem byvoorbeeld “Droomargief” waarmee sy album Insomniak se Droomalmanak afskop:

Al hierdie drome bêre ek in lêers
In ’n grys kabinet vergaar hulle stof
Tot hulle, ontydig, een oggend
As die wekker lui, in my kop ontplof.

In sy bundel is hy glad nie spaarsaam met woorde nie.
Die gedig “Vernichtungsbefehl” beslaan vier bladsye. Dis waarskynlik die sterkste gedig in die bundel en ook die een wat hy gekies het om te toonset. Hy het dit al een keer gesing en self beskryf hy dit as “ ’n uitmergelende ervaring”. Hy het dié gedig gekies juis omdat dit een is wat hy graag wil hê mense moet hoor.
’n Ander gedig, “Bus na Toronto” (met verwysing na Leonard Cohen se lied “Famous Blue Raincoat”), was ’n lied op sy solo-album. Dit is wel effens geskommel en aangepas in digvorm.
Ander temas wat in Bezuidenhout se gedigte en lirieke voorkom, is sy liefde-haat-verhouding met die stad. In die bundel is dit veral Johannesburg en Pretoria, gelyk gestel aan die Bybelse Sodom en Gomorra, wat sterk figureer. Die leser sien deur sy oë die aggressie van die myndorp wat te groot geword het en die valerigheid van die kerkdorp wat uit sy nate gebars het.
Die strop wat die kerk om die nek gesit het, kom ook dikwels voor. Bybelse verwysings word kwistig gebruik. Hieroor het Bezuidenhout gesê: “Suid-Afrikaners kan nie oor skuld praat as die religieuse nie bygebring word nie.” Die treffendste gedig oor die houvas van die kerk is die een wat so effens op sy eie staan, “Notre Dame”.
Bezuidenhout se reis strek van Suid-Afrika na verskeie ander wêreldstede, maar soos die titel aandui, is daar tog ’n terugkeer. Hy is glo nou uitgeskryf oor sekere sake: “Soos strafwerk het ek dit uitgeskryf en nou kan ek aanbeweeg.”
Al is dit ’n eerlike en persoonlike beswering van duiwels, spreek dit tot die leser. Is dit nie in die eerste instansie wat poësie moet doen nie?
. Mariana Malan is lid van Die Burger se kuns redaksie.