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Bortusk Leer

I get to Bortusk’s playground just as the rain starts to fall. An Oompa Loompa let’s me in through the main gate and guides me across the psychedelic courtyard. I…
Radar

Life-sized Movie Replicas

So... Green Lantern was the talk of London Comic Con last weekend. Thor posters are all over the Underground. The Green Hornet’s been and gone. The new Captain America film’s…
Music

Fokofpolisiekar

Fokofpolisiekar (fuck off police car) exploded on the South African music scene in 2003. At the time, most local bands were still singing in fake American accents. And the idea…
Tech

Video Gaming 2011: What's Next?

Last Friday, Rockstar Games’ latest adventure L.A. Noire took over lives and soured relationships everywhere. Other high profile releases currently sucking up time around the world include first person shooter…
Style

8-Bit Fashion

So it looks like God's premonition came true - the geeks have inherited the Earth. Now they're taking over the fashion world as well. That's right, they've nerded up the…
Music

Yuck

Interviewing London rock band Yuck’s like yanking your own teeth with a pair of rusty pliers. Or so I’d imagine. I mean, I’m sitting back stage at Scala with one…
Radar

Worst Rock Merch

You know band merchandising's gone a bit far when you can order a KISS coffin. I'm not talking about the cool stuff, like collectible action figures, metal lunchboxes and guitar…
Tech

Killing Osama: The Video Game

Video games have let trigger happy, kill crazy gamers relive humanity's darker side for decades. Long before Hitler turned up with a machine gun in Wolfenstein 3D and Call Of…
Music

Bachelorette

'Grow Old With Me' is a strange way to open an album called Bachelorette. But New Zealand laptop musician Annabel Alpers is no ordinary songbird - she kicked off her…
Arts

Elbow Toe

New York street artist Elbow Toe sees all. To him, the streets are alive with creative possibilities. From commuters nodding off on the train to vine-hemmed, dilapidated ‘theatre spaces’ crying…