AK-47

Description

"Astaffort comes out of the Lot and shits in your Garonne." These guys from the 47 are real grumblers. Always the first to complain. About everything. All the time. Their record is black. Like a prune that's dried out too much. Their accent is so thick you could cut it with a knife. A cantankerous Cabrel. A thousand times angrier than the original. Hardcore. They are the pastoral answer to the cockney diatribes of the cool Nottingham duo, Sleaford Mods. Except you understand everything. And the guys have really worked hard on the lyrics. Because if you scratch a little beneath the thin veneer of buffoonery, much deeper considerations about the difficult city/country relationship emerge. Started as a joke, the project has reached unexpected sociological dimensions.