Loud, fast, hard, but with enough melody to keep your attention, and just enough style to set them apart from every other loud, fast, hard band out there.
Singer was a fairy queen complete with gauzy wings and wand. She made gifts to the house of toy instruments and odd curios and asked the crowd to play along.
Songs were tightly sewn together by throbbing bass and frantic rhythms. Energy. Really a fine band. But the singer sounded like Joan Baez on methedrine.
Celtic ambiance and mournful tunes. Really dug the flute, but too bad there was some kind of low-frequency hum that drowned it out and buzzed the speaker cabs.
If the music isn’t important, they should make more of the stage show. If the stage show isn’t important, then they should add more samples, loops, whatever…
Sirensong wasn’t my thing. I could hear that the singer hit all her notes. Yes, they had a solid drummer. But it sounded like the same song three times.
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.