Thirty years ago, WONDERboom kicked down the door of South Africa’s alternative scene with distortion pedals blazing and hips already locked into a groove that refused to behave. Three
decades later, the ears are still ringing. 

Born in Joburg and bonded by brotherhood, this dynamic quartet; the self-styled WONDERbrothers, have built a legacy on chemistry that crackles both on and off stage. It’s that rare alchemy that turns a tight rock band into something more dangerous: a live-wire organism. Rock, funk, punk, a flash of afro-dance; WONDERboom never asked permission to mix it up. They simply owned it, night after night, city after city, continent after continent. 

Frontman Cito says it best: “Thirty years of WONDERboom and I'm done counting. Time has been wild. It seems to move fast and not care. But somehow, we’re still here, still shaking our asses, still making songs that mean something to us. None of this matters, though, without new music, without pushing this roller-coaster forward. Having said this, a massive love to everyone who’s ridden with us through every scene and every left turn unstoned.”

Thirty years. Still wicked. Still loud. Still WONDERboom.