I think it would be fair to say that when I first heard of Junior Kilat, the first words I said were “What the f-? What the actual f-.” Were these guys serious?
I mean here was a band who rode the Cebu storm of Urbandub and came on our shores. And Budoy, their lead singer, front man and dare I say spirit animal, was prancing around obviously stoned out of his wits singing about selling ammunition to rebels…in Bisaya. It was crazy. It was fun. It was a great big eff you to the Manila crowd. They were saying you do not need to understand us, we just want to sing in Bisaya, and you would love us because we did exactly just that. And Manila, nay the whole Philippines, lapped it up.
It helped of course that a fuckton of people spoke Bisaya. Plus the reggae and dub scenes had a pretty decent cult following. But these guys had balls. It may be marijuana induced ballsiness but balls nonetheless. They were not just a Visayan reggae band, they were a relevant Visayan Reggae band. They sang against the government, the perils of drug use and the human condition in general.
And to that, we should light a ceremonial spliff in their honor.