I was curious of what to expect when going to see these abrasively named Canadian tykes; the album is a strange, hazy brew of epic understatement. However, live they taste good. Very good. Probably one of the best things I’ve ever tasted. Better than gherkins.
This being Not-For-Resale, one of my favourite unsigned nights in Brighton, which I often go along to knowingly unprepared; I had absolutely no concept of Kontaktes music before seeing them.