New York, NY

The K-Holes take rock and roll’s conventions and set fire to them, watching them burn in a noisy, back-alley blaze, anarchically freeing themselves of the shackles of their influences/ancestors and doing whatever the fuck they want. You want to traverse Bo Diddley via the Birthday Party all the while chanting tribal hymns? Go for it, the rules are there to be broken. In fact, rules should always be broken.