Motown was an era where Black people found sound and made it their own. But what really happened was romance translating itself into rhythm. Black artists became the pillar of romance, the agents of romance. Black artists realised a conscience that ought to set us free; Black artists realised love. The Mic's Bea Kasale reports. Diana Ross I sat in oblivion, really comfortably, for I did not know that melodies could feel like caresses. I didn’t know lyrics could sound like confessions from an...

Whilst speaking to him, it felt as though Ndabezinhle was actively ascending into his passion, getting lost in it and finding his gravity in it all at the same time. It was as though he was resting whilst being fuelled simultaneously. The Mic's Bea Kasale reports. The Original Cover of 33 Tall, Dark & Formidable — What might it sound like when a Black man cries? It’s many a time that I am softened by the quaint nature of creation. I am caressed and swayed gently each time man manifests...

“ Brother, brother, brother . There’s far too many of you dying .”— Marvin Gaye The Original Cover of What's Going On You know, I can admit that I am young. Far more juvenile than juvenile can account for. Be that as it may, the consequence of love, the consequence of song, has bred a sense akin to knowledge but far more softer. The likes of love, song and dance have shaped in me what we might have regarded as inscrutable — what I am desperately endeavouring to convey, as carefully as I might...