Willy is 21, and whip-smart with a tinder-dry sense of humour. He doesn’t blend different sounds; he smashes them together to hear what kind of noise they make. It’s as if rock’n’roll had been deep-frozen in 1965, just before the Beatles made Sgt. Pepper’s, and abruptly reanimated 45 years later by a laptop hip hop producer.
He writes, records and produces everything on his own and keeps things short: nothing grazes the three-minute mark.
He is now working on his debut album for release in 2012. It promises to be extraordinary. “I’ve always been ambitious,” he says. “One day, no matter what, I’m going to be successful.”