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.