DOOKOOM (South Africa)

After what feels like an interminable period of time characterised by harmful notoriety, anger at injustices in the world, and legal issues that threatened to derail the band‟s core essence - making music - DOOKOOM are back with a more introspective mature album which shows that, perhaps, they are offering an olive branch to anyone who might have felt alienated by their previous work.
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Instead of a rabid attack dog, the listener is now presented with a more refined beast. The fangs are still there but there is a certain sleekness to this latest incarnation. The political climate has changed and, in the time of Donald Trump, DOOKOOM are intent on breaking down walls. Where before, if you didn‟t like what they had to say, you were made to feel like the enemy, DOOKOOM are now reaching out, aware of the need to bring people together, rather than polarising and dividing.
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The music is still hard and raw, yet more melodic and accessible, drawing inspiration primarily from trap, bass music, lo-fi, grime and halftime. You can still feel a primal punk energy in their hip-hop vocals and their stage show, without it being an assault on the senses. It's an album you can listen to at home or in your car, rather than being solely the soundtrack to a demented riot.
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DOOKOOM occupy an interesting space in the South African musical landscape. In the past they offered a horrifyingly, almost too real insight into the underbelly of South African society. It was the polar opposite of the sanitised fun fantasy world created by Die Antwoord (who ostensibly come from and represent the same place), and this may have hurt them. The balance between art, entertainment and reality was skewed too much towards the latter.