![]() The Prime Circle frontman has an old-fashioned quality about him, even as the band embraces the opportunities afforded by the digital age. It’s not hard to see why the meticulous craftsmanship that still exists in places like Nan Hua strikes a chord with Learmonth. “The discipline of the work these guys do on tusks and stuff is incredible,” he recalls, shaking his head in wonder. He once visited the temple with a girlfriend, the singer tells me. We soon pass by the Nan Hua Buddhist Temple, the upturned corners of its roof incongruously visible beyond a sign that says “Bronkhorstspruit”. Racing by, on both sides of the car, are the grasslands of the Highveld, on the cusp of turning into the muted browns of autumn. Learmonth has just lit up the next in a stream of cigarettes he will smoke during the day we spend together. ![]() ![]() ![]() Not directly, he quickly clarifies, but the dealer told him the filmmaker and comedian was the previous owner. We’re in an SUV he tells me he bought from Leon Schuster. Ross Learmonth and I are barrelling down the N4 towards Middelburg, Mpumalanga. Prime Circle’s lead singer talks bluntly about the battles a rock band has to fight to stay on top for over a decade ![]()
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