of records, Besthöven never gets boring. They don’t just play a lazy D-beat version of their early years, and least of all of Discharge themselves. Besthöven also never fell victim to the kind of revision of Crust sound that fuses itself with Black Metal. Not that there’s anything wrong with that, as Fofão puts it – he is definitely one of the live and let live type – but it’s just not his thing. His thing is 80s dirty rotten crust from Sweden and Japan with the inevitable dash of Brazilian punk-rock that makes Besthöven an ever-captivating listen. Especially because there aren’t really a lot of bands still around that ever lived under a dictatorship, something that still haunts Fofão and his music to this day. That is also something noticeable in his way of life. Asking him if he feels more leaned towards anarchism or nihilism, he answers without beating around the bush that, “I just wanna live and do what I believe without any god! Without any animal meat or blood in my hands! Without any bullshit prejudice.” That’s something pretty easy to gather from Besthöven’s music and the trail of destruction it leaves behind, listening to Fofão’s screams about the end of the fucking world, nuclear nightmares or absolute nothingness over the wall of devilish distortion of his guitar while marching to the unstoppable relentless pounding of the drums.