Slam poetry used to have an element of hipness about it, but today I would rather be bludgeoned with a blunt object than be trapped in a crowded, dimly lit room being forced to clap to the garbage coming out of the microphone. But then there’s Odidi Mfenyana’s Rhythms Down My Spine – a one-man nu-cabaret that is currently doing the rounds in Cape Town, writes Fidel Mbhele.