DHK is a bit mysterious. Not reclusive enough to be mystical, but mysterious in the sense that Lima’s biggest D-Beat Hardcore band has persisted without any real social media or promotional networking. The boisterous 3-piece isn’t exactly inauspicious.
A bleach-blonde mullet on a dark-skinned Latin man with face tattoos is rather obvious, but as they drink beers backstage they don’t seem the powerhouse of local hardcore celebrity that they are. They just seem like party animals. Like a small cohort of punks who snuck into the green room unbeknownst to security.
When DHK plays they command the stage. No longer stowaways, now the captains of this haywire cruise into noise oblivion. It’s a quiet and quick mutiny.
“Lima de Mierda. Concha su madre.”
But the next half hour are pure d-beat chaos. Audience members fly through the air as frequently as half-full beer cans.
The floor, which wasn’t all too safe in the first place is nothing now but a tractionless wash of alcohol and sweat.
A few short men jump on stage for brief moments to sing along and then exit the same way they came.
The chaos ends with a fading buzz of distorted guitar and the mutiny concludes with another quiet muttering.
“Concha su madre.”
