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Kammerflimmer Kollektief Incommunicado
Anything as of yet with the pre-title "New," does very very little for me. I'm sorry, but turning 30 and being a fan of original lines of music, the whole "new" thing-a-ma-hoozit makes me cringe a bit. For example, the pan flash of "Nu Metal" (see Slipknot, Korn, Limp Bizkit, etc.) is like a red-hot poker being shoved up my bum every time I am introduced to a new dulled shot-put like that. It is overly aggressive, boring, and the combo of rap and rock seemed to have gone out in the late '90s when the Chili Peppers began to suck ass. Here though, the German sextet re-enact the whole noise puddle of new jazz, which is no more than bow and worship of Bitches Brew and the deconstruction that Sun Ra and Material did years ago. Now though, to compete with the throngs of other such "extreme" outfits, new jazz incorporates a cacophony of blatting horns, time slip drumming, and various string arrangements that would make H. Gorecki pass out from aural abuse. Personally, I can live without it. Each time the local College Station brings on a 12 minute long "new jazz" piece, I have to hit mute or go grab a sandwich or something. I happen to be into rhythm and groove. Perhaps my musical training has lead me astray and I don't see the fractured scales as an important factor in the continuation of the whole tunesmithing spectrum. But then again, I don't like forks on chalkboards either. Or dentist drills. I fell down once and had a pretty good time. Kammerflimmer Kollktief is an alternative freakout that only the few survive. Good luck soldier of the truth! Temporary Residence Ltd. MW 1.2002

Kerbloki Self-Titled
Now here's something different! It's white boy rap from this three-piece with one member each from San Francisco, Chapel Hill, and New York. The best compliment they could receive is a comparison to the Beastie Boys, and they get it with their debut full-length. Maybe it's the register of their voices, or their untainted enthusiasm, but something about Kerbloki just screams the Beasties. They're not the Warlock Pinchers (who is?) but Kerbloki are pretty damn good at what they do and tracks like "Double Cup" will have even the biggest tight wads busting some moves. Bifocal Media JS 7.2003

Khanate Self-Titled
This disc is almost a full hour of pure punishment from these four scary New Yorkers. What's even scarier is four of these five dirge metal songs surpass the ten minute mark ("Under Rotting Sky" is a mind-blowing 18 minutes), but insist on smashing out the same cesspool "riff" over and over again to the breaking point. The lullaby to hell is the property of Khanate, and this album is a torture chamber for sadomasochistic ears. Southern Lord JS 1.18.2002

Kid Kilowatt Hit Single 7"
Kid Kilowatt was made up of members of Cave In and Converge, which I'm sure may seem like an "all-star" lineup to some people, but doesn't mean much to me. Hit Single contains two spacey indie rock numbers that come off sounding pretty generic. The guitars are jangly like At the Drive In and their copycats and the vocalist whines about what I can best make out to be space or stars in both songs. Really, there's just nothing this band does that holds my interest. They sound like the countless other indie rock bands that have gotten big with college kids in recent years. I suppose this record demonstrates that the band members are more than competent musicians, but maybe that talent could be used to inject some innovation into this already stale genre. Second Nature Recordings BD

Kid With A Man Head Fond Memories of Halibut Rodeo …
Six new songs by happy-go-lucky pop punkers who have a pretty good name in the snowboard punk world, or so I'm told. They are also very clear that Greg Graffin (Bad Religion infamy) re-mixed the first four tracks -- not sure if that's even a way to sell your music at this point. Anyway, Kid With Man Head play competent melodic punk that brings to mind No Use for a Name, Gameface, Dag Nasty, The Foo Fighters and all the other bands they name dropped as being influences. Well done, but completely redundant. Twentyfourseven Records JS

Kilara Southern Fried Metal
Southern fried metal, indeed. Kilara are like the two-headed mutant child of Assuck and Nashville Pussy. Yes, read that again. The gravel pit throat bellowing, and the musical insanity that accompanies
them -- this is the real deal, folks. Excellent lyrics, and songs that don't stop fucking you until they say it's finished and you're left dripping heap on the floor. An excellent band in their time, and one of the very few that deserve complete documentation, although the inclusion of their cover of "Dirty Deeds Done Dirt Cheap" was hardly necessary. Slave/CrimethInc JS

Kill Creek Colors of Home
While I was listening to this record, my friend Kristina said this about Kill Creek's sound: "It's like when your mom makes you eat oatmeal, and you're all excited but you see she put lots of raisins in it. And you keep trying to avoid the raisins, but after each bite you keep getting a mouthful of raisins." Hey, quit trying to take my job, woman. Second Nature Recordings RG

King For A Day Before I Go
Isn't it ironic that King For A Day mixed an recorded this release with Chris King himself. I was disappointed he wasn't in the band. Anyway, this is definitely what I would expect out of Initial. The vocals are very good, but we don't hear anything original here music wise. Quicksand and Boy Sets Fire come to mind. Easy to listen to but if this were put in at a party we wouldn't know who it was. Initial Records MH/AH

Knievel The Name Rings A Bell That Drowns Out Your Voice
Evel Knievel is long retired from jumping gaps in the Earth and drinking himself silly. What's left is a legacy in daredevil antics that we now, a decade later, can only gawk at and appreciate with re-runs and his new autobiography. So you'd think that a band bearing his last name would be a sort of heavy fuzzed out almost Fu Manchu-style fun riff rock. You'd think. But here, these kids from Australia come at you with their heads hanging low and striving for slow end indie rock. I wanted action! Excitement! Deviancy! Rings of fire and hot mamas in spangly bikinis riding on the backs of souped up motorcycles! What I got was a basic nod to Teenage Fanclub and The Posies ... sort of. It has that emo approach and talks about the sky and fears and deep thoughts and all that jive, but it also has an edge up on the usual concoction of general guitar strums and lazy beats by actually making it work. Some outfits do not accomplish this. Knievel does. At times when my eyes were closing from the drone of the tunes, I would suddenly perk them back up saying "wait, this is pretty good." And I like Teenage Fanclub! So there. The best thing about music like this is the headtrip they tend to give you. With the headphones on, feet up on the cooler, head back and a cool breeze blowing through, I was lifted up to the sky that they actually talk about and loomed among the billoughy clouds. It was fun and I didn't want to come down. But then the CD came to an end. So I thought about Santa Claus instead. In Music We Trust MW

Knut Challenger
What does a band who lives near the Swiss Alps (Geneva, to be exact) have to be so angry about? Too much snow? Seriously though, the latest from Knut (pronounced Ka-Noot) is a punish-fest of epic proportions. It's unbelievable; the band is essentially a glorified three-piece (singer Didier, along with bass, drums and guitar), but these clean-cut dudes make the noise of ten hirsute mountain men. Like Isis without the foggy, quicksand feeling, or if the old Amphetamine Reptile bands took their label name more seriously and freebased a mixture of speed and snake venom, Knut are unstoppable and dangerous. Prepare for nine tracks in 51 minutes, with the instrumental breather "58.788" being the only time of relent. For anyone willing to endure the nearly 20-minute album closer, "March," it's definitely time to jump off the nearest high-rise. Hydra Head Records JS

Konceptual Dominance Savage Intelligence
This is part of the new Psyence Fiction hip-hop that I'm digging. KMT and Kirby Dominant do the knowledge with laid back grooves, spacey samples and nail-gun lyric skills. There is not one bad track on this release. It flows. For fans of The Automator, Dr. Octagon, and next wave rap and hip-hop, this is the album you have to get your greedy mitts on. Don't be afraid of their appearance though. Seems the two East Coast boys like to don warthog and freaky-deaky man masks while dropping the bomb -- I suppose to highlight the savage intelligence moniker. Konceptual Dominance embraces innovation and does it with a cranium full of ideas and tic-toc mathematics. Check the physics yo! Dominant Records MW

Krakatoa Channel Static Blackout
This sounds like older Zao (before the black metal era) with an infusion of Metallica-esque guitar solos. The guitarist carries this band with nice harmonies and originality while the singer takes the boring screaming path and could be done without. Best part: an eight minute acoustic bit with no drums or vocals. For what it is though, it is heavy, versatile, and would be fun to see live (though that would probably never happen since they are strictly a studio band). Second Nature Recordings MH/AH

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