What I Heard This Morning: K-Holes

Ex-members of Golden Triangle and Black Lips have formed K-Holes, which takes the punk-infused garage art thang and comes up with something a little more snarling and severe.  K-Holes is more of a loud, fringe band down to the saxophone, adding a little James White to a better-performed Teenage Jesus.  
All info comes courtesy of Hardly Art.


MP3 - "Rats"

Just as the promise of Spring begins to cast everything in a soft-focus haze, something sinister struts in to keep things dark and depraved.
K-Holes have returned with Dismania, their second full-length record and first for Hardly Art. Dismania comes packed with the same kind of menacing, feverish skronk the New York quintet (which features former members of Golden Triangle and the Black Lips) patented on their 2011 self-titled debut. The first hit is always free: "Rats"--a track that capably evokes the filth and fearsomeness of big-city living--can be downloaded at the link above. Dismania is due out May 1st on CD, vinyl LP, and digital formats, and the band has a grip of upcoming East Coast/Midwest tour dates (including a handful of as-yet-to-be announced SXSW performances), details for which can be found below.

About the record:

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.

Tour dates:

02.24.12 - Brooklyn, NY - Wild Kingdom

03.02.11 - New York, NY - Highline Ballroom ^
03.08. 12 - Atlanta, GA - E.A.R.L. *
03.09.12 – Memphis, TN - In & Out Festival
03.10.12 - New Orleans, LA - Siberia *
03.11.12 – Beaumont, TX - Beau Jam 12
03.12.12 - 03.16.12 - SXSW
03.17.12 – Denton, TX - Rubber Gloves
03.18.12 – Lawrence, KS - Replay Lounge *
03.19.12 – Chicago, IL - Empty Bottle *
03.20.12 – Detroit, MI – Lager House *

^ - w/ Ssion

* - w/ Bezoar
Press quotes:

“This is music that inspires the behavior of heathens: topless dancing, violent sacrifice, Bacchanalian orgies, and New Year’s cleansings.” -- L.A. Record

“Throw-you-down-on-the-floor-over-a-chalk-drawn-pentagram-with-a-head-full-of-mescaline music.” -- Qro Magazine

“The soundtrack to your Halloween.” -- Impose

“It's real noisy and then there's some sax.” -- VICE


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