From the grey rainy suburbs of Paris, in the stinky basement of some lousy concrete building, emerged in the early 80’s a batch of broke youngsters who, tired of killing boredom by drinking cheap beer and provoking fist fights, eventually started to make some music. Nothing specifically original so far. Some music played by bored broke youngsters drinking cheap beer and provoking fist fights with a pronounced taste for third world drama, social oppression and nunchakus. But Bérurier Noir was born. And by being born in this very specific part of France at this very specific moment in history, they crystallized the voice of a whole generation of pissed-of kids. Up to the barricades, boys and girls. England got The Clash, France got Bérurier Noir. They’re less good musicians but much dirtier, nastier, crazier and definitely bad-ass.
Here’s for your listening pleasure the first 7″ released by this cult french gang.
Mandatory.
