Even though I felt like Escorbutin in my youth, Antton Carretero, born in Aramaio, has always had

a longer look: punka yes, of course, and the kinya is better, but he looks at many other styles going through prejudices, canallagos, more sensitive… All of them help to bring out destroyer interior and misery. In 2019 he began to empty and musicate in words the internal and social ghosts, and gradually managed to train equipment in the bass and with the Barba battery (Los Cretinos). But the pandemic and Antton have been immersed in other interesting projects (112, Chulería Joder!) The Volquete has been abandoned for a long time. So Antton has recorded three albums in just over a year after he's made the foundation, and the latter. In the same test site, and under the direction of

Mikel Arriaran Arri, Never Surrender, Arkada Social, Des-Kontrola, seven songs have been made, thus removing their own NO-DO. Surely the long wait has been worth it. The words and the voice are very important, they have moved away from the usual, they like semi-tempos, and there are many Antton pearls vomited with imagination and street voice: We are powders and calendars, going to the bar is not military, Your hugs are going to be my mortaja… I swear to you for my freedom it is

a bitter thistle to society, which combines dark guitars and I fear with glitter in 1977. Fuck TV is more intense, with many changes, and has post-punk guitars like USSR and Biznaga, hit! Going to the bar presents pub-rock, rock and roll and smell of juerga. Five second-hand buses are also huge, strong and strong punk rock, also sticky. Frozen section of rock curriqui, street and alive. Mortaja is the essence of the sinister punk, which in cocktail blinks Paralisis, Lords of The New Church and Caligari Cabinet. In conclusion, The Kennels is a rocker ballad that becomes malignant and cracked.