MARIA DUARTE, JAMES WALSH and ANDY HEDGECOCK review The Invite, My Father’s Island, Nirvanna: the Band, the Show, the Movie, and Oh My Goodness!
ALTHOUGH separated by a telephone line “Piki” Figueroa’s calm and eloquent yet emotionally charged take on art, politics and the Bolivarian process is utterly compelling.
His band’s name Bituaya is a generic one for the Venezuelan root vegetables “you make soup with,” he tells me and it’s an apt summation of the band’s quest for the ancestral soul of the continent they call by its native name of Abiayala.
The band evolved in the Tiuna el Fuerte (“Fort”) political and cultural collective in the working-class neighbourhood of El Valle in Caracas.
KEVIN DONNELLY accepts the invitation to think speculatively in contemplation of representations of people of African descent in our cultural heritage
TONY BURKE revels in the publication of previously unreleased tracks by the great US folksinger
OLIVER SNELLING, a south London stonecarver and yeoman stonemason, relates how he is helping bring about a new festival next month
CHRIS SEARLE pays tribute to the late South African percussionist, Louis Moholo-Moholo


