Never before has a band more perfectly emulated their sound through the visual imagery of their album art. The band I speak of is Kash, the new outfit coming at you from Sick Room Records.
Originally from Italy, Kash are dropping their first U.S. release, Open, in what appears to be a method of madness and antipathy in both sound and image. On the cover is the repulsive and offensively biting humor of a repugnant, unkempt man floating through space with his pants off, regrettably filling the soul with an emptiness for which there is no solace.
Continuing through the liner notes one yet again finds, in daft perversion, this creepy little man doing everything from mopping a floor to poppin’ a squat. Perceptibly, it was with trepidation and great reluctance that I removed the CD from its packaging and placed it into my stereo. What I came to find is that the album art is the perfect pro forma. It is with microphone hums and ill-fated song arrangements, uninformed songwriting, and a lack of form and style that Kash make their US debut with Open. The horror and pure absurdity laced about is consistent with the music therein: an album with 11 songs worth of punchy standoffishness and perfunctory chaos, consisting of sparse beats and little substance. It’s as if Self met up with Primus on the darkside and attempted to create an avant guard version of Skeleton Key – only without the wit, dexterity, and cleverness.
– William Wallace
Kash (Sick Room Records)