‘Sang Perindu’ by Sumarli Loli – from Element Tree Music House

This is a Latin ballroom track for the uncles and aunties! Sumarli’s voice is warm, smoochy [think Englebert Humperdinck]. ‘Sang Perindu’ is Easy Listening, with a touch of the gentle side of 1950s Cuba. Why Cuba? Because Element Tree’s Ateq is playing Timbales, the sound of which immediately conjures up visions of men wearing suits or flowery shirts and women in print dresses dancing close together in sweaty, smoky Cuban nightclubs.



The next day, I went home to KK as the national Champion. Usually, you expect if you do something good, people will come and cheer you, pick you up at the airport, you know? But for me, nobody came. Friends came to my house, but my mum said: Please don’t say anything, don’t celebrate, please go home. So I came back to KK just like a normal person, lah. Nobody saw me or knew who I was. Just like that.

Writing English lyrics for Dayang Noraini

Are my lyrics really clever, oblique and alternative? Are the sentences unusual, ending in the middle of the next line, with subtle rhymes which are almost missed? No. Music is not just about melody, nor just about lyrics. It’s about all that and more. In this case, the ‘more’ is DAYANG NORAINI. It’s about her ability to infuse meaning and commitment to her delivery. She makes the song

Pot Amir talking at Suara Mega, the recording studio of Mega Boogie, Kota Kinabalu, Sabah

Pot Amir talks about the band Al Mawlid, at Suara Mega studios

“Everybody in the music scene that we knew before — when they come into contact with religion again — they tend to disappear from the music industry completely. They become something else totally different, like a clerk or something, to make ends meet. We tried that before, on our own, but we have a good teacher, and our teacher never told us to stop doing what we’re good at. This is our destiny, this is what we do best.”

Thrashed Guitars, Slammed Bodies: Shockwave Entertainment Hits KK

The crowd was heaving now, strobe lights showing glimpses of the moshers’ leaping bodies thrashing, crowd-surfing. The Cowboy Bar in Asia City was as it was supposed to be, today: dark, smoky, sweaty, and throbbing with excellent sound, local bands giving it their all on stage, and slamming bodies in the middle of the floor.