A Galician friend recommended to me a few years ago my brother's group: It was called terbutaline. I heard, of course, I went into their social networks and reminded me a little bit of the Total Accident, Os Resentidos and Anton Reixa, and the few references I have from that territory. Playful, naughty, humorous, often close to the absurd. I put everyone in the same bag in the drawer of the Galician groups. I explained to my Galician friend this feeling, but I didn't find proper adjectives to describe the attitude of these groups. He gave me the key: the gangster.

Continuing with the groupings, in the Northern Basque Country I have observed a similar trend in recent years, within various groups. A significant example could be the bullfighting team. And look, I met Paxkal Irigoien, the multifaceted member of that group, at the Durango Fair, and I told him we were at the Diabolo Kiwi concert a couple of weeks earlier, with an exotic excursion from Irun to Biriato. Nor did Diabolo Kiwi get away from this style, and I threw Paxkale a stone on this Gamberra line, comparison with Galician groups, etc. I didn't realize that gamberro is an unknown word for most of the cross-border population, and I started explaining it without much success.

Since the bullfighting team handed over the instruments, Diabolo Kiwi has become the largest representative of the Iparralde gangs. They emitted an unfathomable attitude on the stage (how could this also be explained to Paxkali? ), the sustainable fluidity of what can be transmitted, even a pleasure. Rare and irdecipherable letters, almost infantile, often with curious gastronomic references, reciting recipes apparently without great transcendence: “Tortilla ta brokoli, ui ui, torticoli, a kiwi two strawberries, yes, yes, tutti frutti”, among others. There is another key: The Galician group Terbutaline has called “gastropunk” the music they make.

And of course, I noticed that music, especially the voice, was really important -- melodic melodies, not too sweet. And the lead singer, who still didn't know, sometimes half hidden behind the organ, others in front, taking the stage, always brilliant.

I thought I might not have enjoyed myself so much in a concert, but it didn't happen to me that I couldn't see Diabolo Kiwi again, at least with the training back then.