To jump right in, the thing I love most about Kiosk, is their predictable unpredictability. Just when you think you have them pegged, that they are going to shift from what you know, they shift off into a different direction dragging you not so much as surprised, but gladly so behind them. You’re like a late entry to a long conga line at a wedding and you only have enough time to ask the person in front of you, “Where the hell are we going?”
Whether done on purpose, or merely a haphazard result of the free creative process, Kiosk’s latest album, “
