Repetitor
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Richard Foster
, December 14th, 2020 10:07
Belgrade trio are absolutely the real deal, claims Richard Foster
Belgrade’s Repetitor are probably the angriest band I know. The recent spittle generated by the IDLES and Fat White Family tiff, for example, is mere sandpit shenanigans compared with the tsunami of bile “at the state of things” the brilliant Serbian trio can summon up.
Repetitor, you see, have long seated, ingrained beefs with the world that are not easily healed. Their albums are concentrated attacks on society at large, barings of the soul, open-wound ululations against the injustices and irritations of living in modern day Serbia. Their live shows are lambent flames of righteous anger and frustration, driven by the sort of guitar-and-drums dynamics that cause walls to collapse. Even if you can’t understand a word of Serbo-Croat (and I can’t without considerable help), you know instantly that th