The Kim Squad And Dinah Shore Zeekapers - Macaibo
And after the Master, the Reverend
Beautiful and damned. Rather, young and bastards.
And fast, like a meteor. No: bright. Like a comet.
It was May 9, 1987, when Rai Stereo Uno broadcasted live the final of Indipendenti, the contest of Fare Musica that awarded the best emerging Italian band of the year. On the stage of the Rai Auditorium in Turin, four bands: the useless Funky Lips from Turin, the Entropia from Palermo, the good Lonely Boys from Porto Sant’Elpidio, and then… them.
A band with rock 'n' roll deep in their bones that devoured everyone, critics and audience alike. Visceral, derailing, filthy with rock 'n' roll like rarely heard before in Italy. It has the garage rock in it with which we are still all sharing the dream of a vibrant and radical rock 'n' roll, but there’s much more. There's the maudit air of seventeen-year-old François-Régis Cambuzat and there’s the killer guitar of Giorgio Curcetti that brings to the stage the infected orgies of the MC5.
And there’s the sweat that makes the make-up run around the eyes of Roberta Possamai and Elena Palmieri. Who knows what else lies a bit lower.
Behind them is the relentless drumming of Angelo Pinna who does not take a step back, follows the assault, unyielding, monolithic.
Explosive. Angry and fierce.
They win the final of Indipendenti, of course, just 40 days after the first round played on the stage of the first edition of Arezzo Wave, alongside the small glories of the time (Weimar Gesang, Rats, Party Kidz, Underground Life, Sleeves, Ritmo Tribale, Art Boulevard, etc. etc.).
After that, they shut themselves inside the Studios Pollicino in Rome with Oderso Rubini, and within just two days, Young Bastards is ready. Mixing included.
Because the Kim Squad plays with blood.
And everything must be recorded before the last drop slips away.
The album is, in fact, a live in the studio. And that’s how it sounds.
It's a tearing on the living body of rock ‘n’ roll.
Underneath, the flesh still moves, macerating in alcohol with every lash.
And after the Master, the Reverend
Beautiful and damned. Rather, young and bastards.
And fast, like a meteor. No: bright. Like a comet.
It was May 9, 1987, when Rai Stereo Uno broadcasted live the final of Indipendenti, the contest of Fare Musica that awarded the best emerging Italian band of the year. On the stage of the Rai Auditorium in Turin, four bands: the useless Funky Lips from Turin, the Entropia from Palermo, the good Lonely Boys from Porto Sant’Elpidio, and then… them.
A band with rock 'n' roll deep in their bones that devoured everyone, critics and audience alike. Visceral, derailing, filthy with rock 'n' roll like rarely heard before in Italy. It has the garage rock in it with which we are still all sharing the dream of a vibrant and radical rock 'n' roll, but there’s much more. There's the maudit air of seventeen-year-old François-Régis Cambuzat and there’s the killer guitar of Giorgio Curcetti that brings to the stage the infected orgies of the MC5.
And there’s the sweat that makes the make-up run around the eyes of Roberta Possamai and Elena Palmieri. Who knows what else lies a bit lower.
Behind them is the relentless drumming of Angelo Pinna who does not take a step back, follows the assault, unyielding, monolithic.
Explosive. Angry and fierce.
They win the final of Indipendenti, of course, just 40 days after the first round played on the stage of the first edition of Arezzo Wave, alongside the small glories of the time (Weimar Gesang, Rats, Party Kidz, Underground Life, Sleeves, Ritmo Tribale, Art Boulevard, etc. etc.).
After that, they shut themselves inside the Studios Pollicino in Rome with Oderso Rubini, and within just two days, Young Bastards is ready. Mixing included.
Because the Kim Squad plays with blood.
And everything must be recorded before the last drop slips away.
The album is, in fact, a live in the studio. And that’s how it sounds.
It's a tearing on the living body of rock ‘n’ roll.
Underneath, the flesh still moves, macerating in alcohol with every lash.
IlConte
24 mar 23
DeRank ™: 21,00
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