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Rating: The Killi Billi are a Punk group of fake siblings, like the Ramones or the Oblivians, and that alone makes them likable.
Yes, but not Punk in the broad sense of the term, with guitars and amplifiers and lots of fast watts to shoot into youthful discomfort.
Punk in attitude, because they use acoustic instruments: Voice, guitar, double bass, tambourine, cello, saxophone, accordion, cajon, cabasa, and whatever other contraption comes to hand.
Their ideal territory of action is breweries and wooden tables with foamy pints, and it's there that they move with full ease, proposing the classic anthems of the glorious late '70s Punk.
They are deliciously surreal when they ride the myth with the stumbling interpretation of GOD SAVE THE QUEEN, a piece so out of place it results in a bona fide DADA work: One expects the electrified wall of sound in a tribute to Johnny Rotten and instead finds the praise of the great Master Marcel Duchamp. Ha ha!
Their music turns upside down, starting from the connotation of Punk to arrive at the denotation of something that is closer to drunk white Country; the crossroads between Johnny Cash and the Clash but without the letter -elle- in between that uniquely characterizes it all.
They have a hell of a time staying on the borderline and presenting themselves to the world just as they are, without too much fuss, masks, and pretense, self-produced more by vocation than necessity.
This is their first single, strictly on vinyl as a single should be; Damn it if you don't have a turntable because certain sensations can't be experienced with a CD.
The whole is backed by adhesive stickers that cheekily mimic the Punk iconography of the golden period, between the kill-deviant logos of the Ramones rather than the Sex Pistols or the Clash...
In short, they hustle, they do it with joy and great passion.
Call me KILLI I'll be your BILLI, entry is free, drinks are too, and, as you know, those who don't come are a Giovanardi.
Ha ha! They are fantastic. Brilliant!!!
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