Judas Kisses

Never underestimate the power of stage set-up. For amongst the mountainous level of equipment designated to headlining post-everything tornado-chasers 65*daysofstatic stands one man under the moniker Judas Kisses. To see him almost dwarfed by a load of amplifiers highlights the isolation prevalent in his outpourings of disillusionment, and hammers home how it really is only one person making all that noise.

It wouldn’t be an unimaginable revelation if we found out he was a Meanwhile Back In Communist Russia fan, as he mumbles an outsider’s mini-observations on other people’s business during the quiet part of the deal in ‘quiet/loud’. He steps back and unleashes a cutting guitar racket as the drum machine placed beside him pounds out bottom-heavy beats like some sporadic, cynical heartbeat. Which is very promising indeed – we suggest somebody hands him a recording contract, pronto.