You all gonna
P.H.Fat says don’t die
Come the end of days, P.H.Fat will be what you might call the New World Disorder – and they’re proud of it. Words: Zane Henry Pics: Andy Lund H&M: Shanaaz Alexander
here are interviews and then there are interviews. An audience with P.H.Fat falls firmly into the latter category. Our time together was brief, but glorious, with the traditional Q&A format discarded early on and any earnest questions about their upcoming EP and the state of electronic and rap music melting away like mist in the nuclear flare of their idiosyncrasy. ‘This is not olive oil,’ DJ Narch Beats says, shaking his head at the oil he’s drizzled over his salad. He aims his fork at my face. ‘Here, just taste this and tell me if that’s olive oil. This is not olive oil.’ ‘We don’t mind what you write,’ MC Disco Jesus says. ‘Just make us sound handsome. Or insane. Whichever you like.’ ‘The new EP is called You All Gonna Die,’ MC Smooth Mike concedes. ‘It’s a bit more serious than our other stuff. Maybe a bit more grown-up. It’s all about mortality and shit.’ ‘It’s all about the big questions. We’ve conducted extensive research into the debate about whether everyone now living will someday die and we’re here to tell you that, yes, you will die someday. It’s pretty conclusive,’ Disco says. ‘I’m telling you, it’s fucking sunflower oil.’ They’re a strange but endearing group, this P.H.Fat. Disco is shaggy and hungover. Mike is clever and loquacious. Narch is taciturn and disappointed in the oil. They’ve built up a devout cult of fans in South Africa thirty three