Author: Katja

  • Oppikoppi – Ripe for the Picking

    Oppikoppi – Ripe for the Picking

    I woke up on Friday morning at OppiKoppi 23 – Me Now The Mango Picker, in my kak-hot tent, with a headache, loud music blaring, neighbours loudly talking bullshit and a skrik-vir-niks wet-wipe clasped in my hand. As OppiKoppi rituals go: I first blew my nose, awaiting a small construction site’s worth of dust and brown gunk…

  • Dusty Rebels And The Bombshells Do Pretoria

    Dusty Rebels And The Bombshells Do Pretoria

    It was Friday the 13th of May, and for once the shit had hit the fan. Now being a non-superstitious, black cat owning and under ladder walking sort of girl, this day had all the Friday the 13th stereotypes lurking around every corner. I heard the knock on The Grind Radio studio door and of course, took…

  • Dusty Rebels And The Bombshells do Pretoria 2016 Ticket Give Away

    Dusty Rebels And The Bombshells do Pretoria 2016 Ticket Give Away

    Dusty Rebels And The Bombshells are back in town for another day of rock and roll, booze, food, roller derby, burlesque, fast cars and all other things relating to the Rockabilly subculture!!! This year is set to be bigger and better than last year, with bands such as Hellcats, The Oh So Serious, Gunshot Blue,…

  • The Grind Radio’s Next Big Step – Teenagers Scare The Living Shit Out Of Me

    The Grind Radio’s Next Big Step – Teenagers Scare The Living Shit Out Of Me

    The Grind Radio’s next big step, from adolescence into manhood! As a little boy in Kindergarten it’s a hard knock life. You can’t speak your mind yet, you constantly have sand in your underpants and you want to be really good in singing classes but you’re simply NOT the best. Mom and Dad still find…

  • Kilkil Tour To South Africa

    Kilkil Tour To South Africa

      Professor Panga There I found myself, bathed in red light and cigarette serenity. As my imagination wondered into reminiscence of an Amsterdam gracht, a Behringher bass amplifier started to groan and you could hear fiddles with drum keys. So began the stirring that woke the realization in my consciousness that the Red Right Hand…