Of late I've been picking up some vintage vinyl from the 70s and 80s. Among the records I ended up with one from KGB, one of a dozen or more acts that has used that name over the decades since the Cold War began. This particular KGB was a Spanish punk band that recorded and performed in the 80s. Their history is conflated with so many other acts that I'm having a tough time nailing down dates or subsequent projects.
But that doesn't matter right now. What does it that I've got this little piece of punk history for you, a song that entertains the heck out of me. I'm not too sure to whom Maroto refers in this song and I'm not fluent enough in Spanish to explain they lyrics but some of the words are self-explanatory to speakers of romance languages. And the energy and pure punk-iness of the song are enough to make me come back to it for one more listen.
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