At the Zarautz Basque Parties, we had the opportunity to listen to the Koban group. A Japanese currency, a police station, the name of the team has many beliefs. I, like many others, imagine the city of Kurdistan.

In the city of Kobane we find seven musicians: In the Old Town, in the Sanpleres and electronic instruments that create the environment of cabaret, Joseba. It uses different sounds; caressed atabal with brooms, patient cliches, living tiznon... The rhythmic base is built with lots of taste details. The bass, made up of rich sounds, also comes out of the streets of electronics. In the industrial polygon, we find guitar and piano. The work of the two companies imposes swing throughout the city! However, they can move away from rhythmic propositions, with only hammered piano and some “fuzz” guitar phrases. The two musicians, in front of them, completely get into the sound. On the beach of the city, Onintza and Rakel, triki and guitar, "the main singers" of the group. The top singers, although they all sing a lot in the group.

Little prominence. Trikitixa, like all other instruments, is thin and well carried; the "hymn" of songs. We don’t fall into the triki-swing or any of those traps.

On the peripheries now, the choirs. They give the group a huge force and paint the city of Kobane in different colors. I think Koban's strength has come from the mix of voices of the group members; besides being a little bit, it brings energy. They also have energy and are able to transmit it! Singing by songs, the seven musicians shake the city!

At first, a problem arises in sound, a sort of itinerant frequency. But the concern is soon resolved and the sound of the group gives us a nice surprise; in most cases, that rear bum-bum-bum-bum is the one we most notice, but Koban touches more finely and mixes the multiple rhythms with other instruments.

We discuss it with a friend: Does it have anything to do with the smoothness of the sound with the “decibelometer” imposed by the City of Zarautz? We soon realized that the City Hall has nothing to do with a good mixture of sounds.

In the audience, from the first to the last note, the party atmosphere is very nice. All dancing, the sound has caught us. It has to be said that this evening it rains to cantars, leaving on the wall the citizens disguised as peasants. But we in the audience stayed there until the end, until the Kobane people have sung the song Necropoly -- although we haven't seen any necropolis with Koban.