THE TAMBORINES

"(.)A man's voice singing, "I trip inside your wired mind". There's a band onstage. Shaky Super 8 film flickers across the back wall and camouflages the players. You see an eye here, a hand there, a pointy boot, a perfect bowlcut. Three people are making that colossal sound. Guitar and keyboard growl and throb, whine and shimmer whilst the drummer hammers it all home. It's heavy and it makes you want to move. To nod your head and stamp your feet. You move closer to the stage and let the music judder through you, sound-waves pulsing the air around your face. Then you're taken by surprise. A tambourine shaken HARD splits the dissonance. There's sweetness amongst the snarl. The fuzz 'n' distortion crowd are here because they like a hit of POP with their raw power. A taste of honey with their bouquet of barbed wire kisses. Here are tunes that dip and glide and make you feel secretly serene.(.)" Kitten Painting