K-Holes

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Rats 02:17 Tools
Child 04:06 Tools
Frozen Stiff 02:38 Tools
Window in the Wall 05:56 Tools
Acid 02:08 Tools
Nightshifter 02:11 Tools
Native Tongues 05:23 Tools
Mosquito 03:11 Tools
Numb 03:38 Tools
Dirty Hax 02:25 Tools
Short Zippers 01:21 Tools
Werewolf With A Tan 02:32 Tools
Nothing New 05:22 Tools
Meat Man 03:56 Tools
Creatures of War 03:25 Tools
Swamp Fires 05:20 Tools
Gutter 04:48 Tools
Speedy Greedy 02:01 Tools
Into Black 04:26 Tools
Step and Fetch 02:20 Tools
CocoRosie 02:20 Tools
Fuck Disaster 02:20 Tools
K-Holes Theme 01:38 Tools
The Electronic Brain 02:20 Tools
Step N Fetch It 03:06 Tools
Warm Waves 02:09 Tools
Pigeon 00:30 Tools
Rats (album) 02:17 Tools
Short Zippers demo 03:08 Tools
Speedy Greedy demo 02:13 Tools
Child (album) 04:06 Tools
into black demo 03:37 Tools
Creatures of War demo 03:32 Tools
K-holes theme demo 01:36 Tools
The Perfect Drug 06:12 Tools
stop & fetch it 02:16 Tools
Swamp Fires demo 06:12 Tools
03 short zippers 03:32 Tools
Nightshifter (album) 06:12 Tools
10 into black 06:12 Tools
Dirty Hax (album) 02:16 Tools
The Electronic Brain (Free Track) 02:16 Tools
Untitled 02:16 Tools
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The K-Holes speak at once of the mystic and the cosmopolitan, the primal and the urbane, the earthen elements and their synthesized cousins. But unlike their contemporaries, the K-Holes’ sound is not of the grinning, gregarious panderer. Nor is it of the bored or at-ease. Rather, it’s the sound of escape. Escape from the concrete scrabble of New York, that moneyed parking lot for the cynical and privileged; escape from the vulgar materialism sung from the metropolitan mouth; escape from the vacuous r’n’r pantomime that smells of mere vaudevillian entertainment in any number of the city’s myriad dives. The K-Holes set these things afire, and in their stead, they proffer a wet hand, leading you, the listener, to another flame, a funereal white-hot pyre – one that promises more than sheer nihilism. One that promises freedom amongst cages of different shapes, sizes and colors. A way out. Their abdication follows a natural extension of the atrophied rock/roll ligament – unfurling from H. Williams to G. Vincent to Larry & the Blue Notes to the Pagans, Birthday Party, Flesh Eaters, Scientists, beyond – colored, at times, with smudges of primitive ceremony. As we follow their trajectory, running from the towering urban oppression, we catch whiffs of guttural noir in the honk of the sax, we hear the jagged swaths of guitar, we sense the bite and lust in their gang vocal. It’s fueled, all the while, by a low, thundering beat of tribal divination. Their burghal séance urges us onward, upward, and we sense the fire nearing. But the heat emanates not from the flame to which we run. It flowers from the cleansing pyre that has devoured us from the inside all along: the one that burns us up and tells us to move – in any direction at all, in any way we see fit, consequences be damned. The K-Holes didn’t put the fire there. But we sincerely thank them for finding and fueling it. -Eric Cecil Members: Cameron Michel: Drums Jack Hines: Guitar/Vox Julie Hines: Bass Vashti Windish: Vox Sara Palmquist: Saxophone Read more on Last.fm. User-contributed text is available under the Creative Commons By-SA License; additional terms may apply.