"Boy girl vocals, snarling art-punk guitar fuzz, catchy sugar-pop choruses and the kind of riffs that suggest Sonic Youth jamming with the Pixies. One of the most winningly freaked bands to ever detune and beautifully abuse their guitars. Songs drenched with sex and madness, cool like Elastica but completely off the hook, unpoised blasting apart the concept of pop as we know it. Kaito compose chaos and capture the thrilling beauty of the exact moment of fragmentation." And, if it helps, Heather hearts this band.
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