“It’s ugly and pretty, both frantic and easy, as much aimed at stages with wide open space as it is claustrophobic and acrid. It’s almost a shame to pick through this release to expose all its working internals…”
“This could so easily slip into twee, into over-glossed saccharine and cuteness, but instead there’s a rich seam of warm simple sounds that worm their way into your anvils…”
“‘Hey Hey’ is hard driven blast of a track that leaks filth out of all of its pours. It’s greasy, psychotic-reaction rock n’ roll that belongs in all eras and ears..”
“It’s busy, it’s full, it’s cohesively chaotic. It’s hook filled, nostalgic and open. I guess that’s what you get when experience glows, it’s a wealth of old tones in new places…”
“It’s a brawl-heavy track that’s a kick to the jowl, it’s a raw slap of sidewalk trash squalor…”
“It’s florescent, magnetic, it glows. With a 70’s camp glitz and electronic glamour it just seems to seep through the tweeters…”
Dig in and ingest and digest. Here’s this month’s high delights for your pleasure…
We’re in the church of repetition where the spray paint on the alter says ‘one good riff is good enough so don’t waste it’.
“Each track is a glut of industrial sounds, each song is a cold future grind. Kallalit makes music that strips EDM of superfluous glamour, and wraps it in gloss gothic shine…”
” The aggression, assertion, the grievance is clear, words are chewed like a Bristol Joe Strummer. Choruses hang like The Jam’s ‘In The City’ while verses hotwire them together….”
