Fokofpolisiekar released their third full-length album, Selfmedikasie, on 3rd October 2017.

History will look back at Fokofpolisiekar as a culturally significant phenomenon. From the get-go they have been pulling at threads unravelling debates and emotions; tapping into the uncomfortable to play their part in culture building. With the release of the music video for Parkiebank, herfs 2017 they continue to do so.

Fokofpolisiekar wanted to create something more than just a normal music video and wanted to fuel a social dialogue, so they approached filmmaker and photographer, Sean Metelerkamp. Sean was also responsible for the visually impressive Fokofpolisiekar video called Antibiotika.

The result is a 3-part visual piece:

1. A “conventional” music video.

2. A series of interviews with young Afrikaners documenting their views about their place in the world and how they see their future.

3. A cutting edge virtual reality world that only Francois van Coke has seen.

1. The “conventional” music video

2. The interviews:

In November 2017 Fokofpolisiekar invited their fans via their social media channels to be a part of the Parkiebank, herfs 2017 music video. Interviews were held in Durbanville, Stellenbosch and Bloemfontein. Anyone could take part and their opinions were captured without judgement.

These interviews were shared on Fokofpolisiekar’s social media networks over the past two weeks leading up to the music video’s release

The viewpoints of this peer group varies and inspires more questions than answers.

“Ultimately I think the point of the song is to get people to ask themselves important questions regarding their identity and the role they see themselves playing in broader society; in order for them to make informed decisions,” says Hunter Kennedy, lyricist and guitarist for Fokofpolisiekar.

Hunter Kennedy shares his mindset about Parkiebank, herfs 2017:

“In this piece I’m contemplating financial prosperity as a measure of success and the ethical dilemma around wealth in a country like ours where as a result of centuries of colonization, civil wars, exploitation of cheap labour and natural resources, blatant racial oppression and gross mismanagement at governmental level the rich/poor line still has a colour.

“It’s also about measuring our happiness by our achievements and the irony of working our whole lives just to one day, hopefully, be able to do nothing.

“Clearly I have a problem with being neck deep in our product-driven, capitalistic construct. I often entertain escape, but we never do what we say we’re going to.

“My love/hate relationship with the media causes sleepless nights. An urgent paranoia washes over me from time to time and I think about escaping, not just the constant drudgery of the pursuit of wealth and luxury, but also the racial discourse in our country (this was when Bell-Pottinger’s evil master plan was in full swing).

I often feel like I don’t belong here, but then I wonder, where the f*ck do I actually belong? In other pieces I’ve questioned the validity of borders in our increasingly integrated world. I feel that we, and people like us, don’t think of ourselves as patriots and thus we don’t have a homeland and that, in fact, we don’t need one.

“‘Wat maak ons nog hier?’ (What are we still doing here?) is a challenge to do an internal audit and to grapple with the question until you have an answer.”

3. The big question now is: what does Francois see in that virtual reality world?

 

 

jy mag jouself dalk vind

in die middel van die dag op ’n parkiebank sit

en dan dink jy

hoe bekostig hierdie mense hierdie Europese karre en paleisale Toskaanse tronke

jy mag dalk dink

in ’n arm land is rykdom ’n skande, maar

iemand is altyd ryker as almal anders

en jy mag dalk dink

wat doen ek

dat ek in die middel van die dag op ’n parkiebank kan sit?

en dan raak ek bly

want wat is daar om te doen?

wie probeer ek beïndruk?

en dan dink ek by myself

ek gaan nie my hele lewe lank werk om eendag niks te kan doen nie

ek sal sommer nou begin

ons doen nooit wat ons sê ons gaan nie, nè?

wat maak ons nog hier?

hierdie plek is nie ons s’n nie

huis is waar jou mense is

my mense het nie tuisland nie

wat maak ons nog hier?

hierdie plek is nie ons s’n nie

miskien dink jy by jouself

ek is ’n produk

ek is ’n bemarkingsveldtog

ek is ’n kommoditeit

dis nie hoe ek my kinders wil grootmaak nie

die middelklas is ’n buffer

en ons moet hier uit

honger mense bly nie lank honger nie

die malles het beheer van die malhuis geneem

en hulle kom al hoe nader aan die kluis

in die donker is die blinde een koning

maghonger koning maak

maghonger volgelinge

en koning bly nie lank op sy troon nie

ek lê op die gras en luister Lucas Maree

ek vermoed die hart werk soos die weduwee se kruik

haar hart is seer, want haar man is dood

en ek kan dit op my vingers tel wat vir my belangrik is