The <i>Sowetan</i>’s decision to publish pictures of two officers bonking, have overlooked an important question, says <b>Chris Roper</b>.
It is not difficult to understand the outpouring of smug schadenfreude that has greeted the news of riots in Britain, writes <b>Chris Roper</b>.
<i>Oh Brother</i>, the opening track on <i>Six Winters</i> by Laurie Levine, is a sad, naked declaration of a stymied present and a mooted intent.
Funny. All those tweets about how social media was the force that provoked the revolutions of the Arab Spring have become mysteriously muted.
When the War of the Races hots up the first casualty is the ability to actually listen to what people are saying, writes <b>Chris Roper</b>.
With Oppikoppi taking place this weekend, <b>Lloyd Gedye</b> and <b>Chris Roper</b> give you the lowdown on the key acts to catch.
Cape Town rock band Ashtray Electric’s latest release is an album in the true sense of the word, says <b>Chris Roper</b>.
Are we never to be rid of racialism in its evil forms, asks <b>Chris Roper</b>.
There’s some sublime invention on Drive-by Truckers’s new album, courtesy of a band that has three songwriters sharing the load.
The ANCYL’s racist rhetoric legitimises all extremists, no matter their skin colour.