review
incendiary magazine
january 23 2011
by richard foster
Then β after a long time checking – we had Katadreuffe, who had enough equipment to fill a freight container. And about 30 guitars to tune. Maybe they were embarking on some Rhys Chatham sonic experiment? No, it was the same Katadreuffe this magazine has come to admire: an angry refracted, mumbling, snarling band who have the most preposterously sensual sound in Holland; thick, rich and very suggestive. And still I canβt tell you what itβs suggestive of, as in many ways theyβre such a puzzle.Β Their lyrics sound like a set of permanently repeated soliloquies, aimed at no-one in particular; like some Goth Hamlet sitting on a bench outside Zeeman. They are bizarre, but once you start getting hooked into this strange self-centred vibe they have, thatβs it, youβre gone.
