Don Vito (4)

Don Vito are a Leipzig three-piece that bash out playful and naive yet shrill and abrasive noise|rock.

It sounds like the soundtrack to a cartoon children's disco in a steel factory. The moment Don Vito let a bit of chaos out of the sack all appendages within hearing distance begin to fidget hysterically. It is like being hit with the spray from a machine gun. Welcome the apocalypse of rock smiling at you from three lunatics who appear to thrash at their instruments more than to play them. But somehow they never loose continuity in this chaos of interwoven high speed-grooves. Don Vito does not need to follow the rules; the rules have learned to follow Don Vito. 
Remarkably, they are free from genre and categorization. They have delightfully blended post-puberty carelessness with just a touch of self-irony. From now on, you will no longer have to think of that brainless wanker from Jackass when you hear the name Don Vito, but rather of that kick-ass band from the bowels of Germany.

Don Vito