Klover played first. Nobody paid attention, they were too busy getting free stuff from the Polygram table. They sounded good though, just like on the album.
The amount of sound they produce is staggering, and almost all of it comes from the singer, a gorgeous black man who plays saxophone, violin, guitar, and more.
There were spacey interludes mixed in with the noise. Sometimes Karate seemed like a punked-up Pink Floyd, with big guitar notes crashing into the distortion.
She wails and groans, her accompaniment a piano as Luciferian as her voice. Earthquake low rumbling with lightning flashes of sharp highs lifting its voice.
Solid bass and drum interplay left the six-string free to resonate and groove around without being bound to a rigid part. Good songs otherwise but the vocals were flat.