Created in 2016, this colossus does not distribute candy floss, it is not sweet and you don't throw cute kissing hands at it.
Seeking answers to why everything is going down the drain, this six-eyed, idiosyncratic The Dutts tank with pain-free garage punk ammunition shoots open our oxidizing ear canals to reveal a new dimension of balance.
Their music is apparently an inexhaustible, soul-rousing non-stop energy that is not content with prevailing circumstances, but rather blows out encrusted eyes for a clearer view of the past and present, which is what makes up the shaky future.
Equipped with a Sean Wood-like, gloomy, denouncing throat, border-cracking guitar, an unstoppable rolling bass, precise and pulse-strengthening drums, The Dutts are the maximum charge of atropine against the simplicity and clichés of our small universe.
La Pochette Surprise Records