Until the End

I will never forget the first time I saw KITTIE, at a tiny little shithole called the Continental Club in New York's East Village. The sheer incompetence of the band — they could barely hold their instruments, let alone play them — was astonishing I couldn't believe that a record label had signed them. I slunk out of the club that night, avoiding the people I knew at that label, because I didn't even know what I could say to them.Time has gone by and, after three albums, KITTIE has improved. ...