The neighbourhood’s usual suspects present a whole new set as proof of their love for Kilbi, conjuring up a murderously groovy riff thunderstorm of roaring progressive thrash, stoner and post rock. It’s hard to think of a better way to get your neck broken. Throats will be scratched and burned, extinguished with a Stüpper. Here’s to banging our manes and paying homage to the death of the denim jacket.
Text: Samuel Riedo