If you could compare Kid Karate to a person, it would be the new kid who shows up in the neighbourhood and punches the biggest kid there to assert dominance. Considering how long the band has been around, it’s a wonder it has taken them so long to release their debut LP. Get your headphones on and prepare to have your eardrums blown apart in the most pleasurable way possible.
From the opening of Building, the excitement is palpable. The guitar and bass meld into a gigantic entity before the drums lead the song into a disco-rock party. Kevin Breen’s glitchy vocals build intensity before breaking into a series of hollers.
Heart feels like it is going to be a softer song thanks to its gentle piano intro. It takes all of 44 seconds to eradicate any thoughts of gentleness, as the song bursts into life like its predecessor. The gritty guitar tones compliment Breen’s eager vocals, which intensify as the song melds into some sort of twisted ballad.
Lyrically, Kid Karate will not win any awards but that is ok, because the sheer energy and vibrancy bursting from the album more than makes up for the repetitive lyrics. Songs such as Fortune do not need meaningful lyrics when they fill you with a strange cocksure confidence that makes you want to strut without a care in the world.
Feral is the type of song that is embedded in your head after a single listen. The vocals are so loud that they actually distort at some parts, but this serves to provide the kind of effect that most bands would not ever use. The last thirty seconds are inescapably enjoyable, capturing the musical ferocity perfectly.
Capturing on record the raw energy Kid Karate possess in a live setting is not an easy task, but they have done a damn good job of it. The album bursts with a zealous likeability that will no doubt convert those who have not caught the duo live to go and see them. It took them a while to release a full-length offering, but it was definitely worth waiting around for.