Katalina Kicks

Katalina Kicks

 London, England, GBR
BandRockAlternative

A southern soul searcher, a northern agitator and the girl from outer space!!!

Biography

Developers and moneymen can change a city’s shape, but not its soul. There are ancient spirits that skyscrapers, shopping malls and “affordable” housing can never silence. Spirits that will always find their way through the ever-shifting concrete and clay; that once whistled up Goldhawk Road to the three chord stomp of The Who’s I Can’t Explain; that trembled between the traffic of the Westway to The Clash’s White Riot. The endemic sound of London, especially West London, will always find the crack in the masonry to slip out and shake free. In Katalina Kicks, it shakes yet again. 

Katalina Kicks are a London band as only a London band can be, three nomads from different points of the compass – a Southern soul-searcher, a Northern agitator and a South American vixen – whose desire to make music lured them first to the metropolis, and eventually each other. And, by birth, a quintessentially West London band, first fashioned in the clatter and fume of Shepherds Bush. Even if they’ve changed postcodes since, their sound – urgent, questioning, loud and fierce – has never lost the urban beat of W12. 

Singer and guitarist Ian George is the last man standing from Katalina Kicks Mk I, once a punkish quartet who released an album named after their cat, stray moggy “Montague Rotter”, and found themselves accidentally sound-tracking a straight-to-DVD horror Z-Movie directed by the son of James Bond. “I’ve never watched it!” grimaces Ian of Jason Connery’s 51. “When we started we had an American publishing deal and that was one of the weird things that came of it. We got all of £3.50 for having a song in a crap film. So it’s taken a long time, and a lot of changing line-ups to get to where Katalina Kicks are today. I’ve always believed in the band. It’s just been a waiting game to find the right people.” 

One such right person finally surfaced in the beard and flexing tattoos of Jase Wilkinson. Not so much born as smelted in Manchester, as a kid he’d wait for his stepdad to leave the house so he could sneak a listen of his Led Zeppelin vinyl. “And getting a whopping for it when he came home and found out.” Between John Bonham and hip hop he fell in love with the drums, later moving to London, instinctively settling westwards off Ladbroke Grove, first blurring his limbs behind the kit of a ska band until a chance audition with Katalina Kicks. Which he failed. “Because he wore these dodgy heavy metal black leather fingerless gloves,” laughs Ian. “My first thought was, no way am I having THOSE in the band. But then a few weeks later I called him back. Before Jase our drummers had mostly been arseholes, mentally ill, drug addicts and glory-grabbers. He was none of those. He had the passion and the power I’d always needed… so long as he kept those bloody gloves off!”

In the meantime bassists continued to fall by the wayside until a mysterious Brazilian answered their situation vacant ad. Nadia Silverstone left her home city of Curitiba for London the day after her eighteenth birthday. Her one goal: to join a London rock band. 

Katalina Kicks were the only one to ever give her an audition. Their first surprise was Nadia’s look: a slinky, silver-bobbed creature with exotic Italian/Japanese features, less Girl From Ipanema than Girl From Outer Space. The second was Nadia’s style: a bass that was both forceful and fluid, twisting in the lull between Jase’s rhythmic thunder. That plane ticket wasn’t spent in vain. Katalina Kicks have been a formidable core trio ever since, occasionally swelling their ranks to four with an extra guitarist for added live ferocity. 

Together they play simple and direct heavy garage rock’n’roll: power chords and pummelling rhythms, fuzzy guitar and throbbing bass, big riffs and shouted choruses, pin-balling between grunge, punk and heavy blues. In Ian they’ve also a songwriter who can’t help but use his band as a platform to air his anxieties about the world around him. “I would never pigeonhole us as a ‘political band’,” he explains. “I just write about things I see and hear that upset me. We’re not preaching at anyone or trying to change the world. We’re just saying these are the things that affect and worry us. They’re too important not to talk about, whether in conversation or in rock’n’roll. That’s all we try to do.” 

The new EP, Vices, presents Katalina Kicks at their loudest, scuzziest and most politically aggrieved yet. But then opening with a “cameo” from Donald Trump, how could it not be? The Seattle-sized quake of Guns was written after watching Obama’s tearful reaction to the Sandy Hook school shooting. “It’s a song of despair,” says Ian. “The most powerful....

Lyrics

145

Written By: Katalina Kicks

Calm down come here
Innocent? Stay clear
I don't want a miracle I want an education
Before you say anything get away
I don't want to know it I just want your medication
Fools gold, bad skunk, out of line, get drunk
I don't want to see you with your false emancipation
Why don't you say anything get away
Politics is easy in a nouveau generation
Has the place gone mad
It's the best you've ever had
Enough for me
That's not who you are, who you are, who you are
Don't tell me what you want, tell me what you got
One, two, high score, handgrenade, hit the floor
Now it looks so easy when you're banging on the station
No fool, don't say, anything, get away
Anything can happen in a perfect liberation
Don't stop, no strike, paranoid, what a life
We don't wanna know you with your false emancipation
Has the place gone mad
It's the best you've ever had
Enough for me
That's not who you are, who you are, who you are
Don't tell me what you want, tell me what you got

Me

Written By: Katalina Kicks

I'm so happy
You're so sweet
It's so pretty when you walk the street
You're so special
I'm on fire
I'm so happy that you walked into my life

Don't lie to me, lie here
It's cold inside your mind
Cos it's not about you dear, delighted
It's cold inside your mind
Cos it's all about me
Yeah it's all about me

I'm so ugly
You're so sick
I'm so happy that you walked into the mix

Don't lie to me, lie here
It's cold inside your mind
As it's not about you dear, delighted
It's cold inside your mind
Cos it's all about me
Yeah it's all about me
Yeah it's all about me
Yeah it's all about me

Eyes

Written By: Katalina Kicks

Come with me, try to remember
The sound of yesterday
You reach your arms out to hold me
To tell me something straight
If everyday was an equation, the story'd never end
If all these times you had been there, we won't be on the edge

Come with me, come with me
I don't need your innocence I need your love
Come with me, come with me
I don't need your honesty or part there of
The world is on fire, you're leaving
I can see it in your eyes, I can see it in your eyes

So how these times they are changing the error of my ways
You left me way out destructed
Sold for something straight
When everyday was the occasion, the story of my life
If all these times you had told me, you wont be on my mind

Come with me, come with me
I don't need your innocence I need your love
Come with me, come with me
I don't need your honesty or part there of
The world is on fire, you're leaving
I can see it in your eyes, I can see it in your eyes

She Goes Where

Written By: Katalina Kicks

It's a wonderful life, she says the world is, it's a god given right
Don't listen to her, she will eat you alive
Go listen to her, she will eat you alive


Call out with your own voices
Kick it out, kick it out, kick it out again
Call out with your own choices
Kick it out, kick it out, kick it out again
She's got that vibe


They say the world, it will tear us apart
Go listen to her, she will steal your heart
Don't listen to her, she will eat you alive


Call out with your own voices
Kick it out, kick it out, kick it out again
Call out with your own choices
Kick it out, kick it out, kick it out again
Call out if you're alive
Kick it out, kick it out, kick it out again
She goes where

C Bomb

Written By: Katalina Kicks

Got a house in the country and a place in the city?
Stiff upper lip boy, you're looking so pretty in love, how vain
Got no reservation you’re so outta style
This self fascination your heads not so wild – and don’t you - get a way

Cos the kid don’t care, yeah the kid won’t share – no no
Yeah the kid don’t care, yeah the kid won’t share

Got a house in the country and a place in the city?
C Bomb – C Bomb
Big bottom lip man, looking so pretty
C Bomb – C Bomb

Cos the kid don’t care, yeah the kid won’t share – no no
Yeah the kid don’t care, yeah the kid won’t share

Cos the kid don’t care, yeah the kid won’t share – yeah yeah
Yeah the kid don’t care, yeah the kid won’t share – yeah yeah
Yeah the kid don’t care, yeah the kid won’t share – yeah yeah
Yeah the kid don't care

C Bomb – C Bomb C Bomb – C Bomb C Bomb

Helicopter

Written By: Katalina Kicks

Oh mama look at me as happy as a boy can be
Oh no I can’t decide just build me up and blow my mind
Now take a ride with me and tell it how it’s gonna be
Oh no you can’t decide so call the shots and blow my mind - what’s not to like

I’ll be your helicopter, I’ll be your world when it’s fading away
You'll be my paranoia, go kick this heart beat - sell it to me
You’ll be my one and only
You’ll be my one and only

Oh mama let it be, just holla what you want from me
Oh mama you’re so fine don’t pacify this heart of mine - what’s not to like

I’ll be your helicopter, I’ll be your world when it’s fading away
You'll be my paranoia, you’ll have this heart beat - sell it to me
I’ll be your one and only
I'll be your one and only

Who hoo

I’ll be your helicopter, I’ll be your world if it’s running away
I'll be your paranoia, you’ll have this heart beat - sell it to me
I’ll be your one and only
I'll be your one and only
I'll be your one and only

Angel

Written By: Katalina Kicks

There must be some kind of love, there must be some kind of soul
There must be some kind of madness, must be losing control
There must be some kind of magic, should be some kind of love
Must be some kind of notion, calling up from above

Don’t do this to me darling, yeah you’re making me cry
You look like an angel, with stars in your eyes
Don’t do this to me woman, oh yeah why can't you see
Though you look like an angel, you’re the devil to me

There must be some kind of love, there must be some kind of soul
This must be some kind of madness, must be losing control
There must be some kind of magic, should be some kind of love
Must be some kind of notion, falling down from above

2nd chorus
Don’t do this to me darling, oh you’re driving me mad
You look like an angel, the best that I’ve had
Don’t do this to me woman, yeah it’s making me smile
You look like an angel, let’s be sinners in style

3rd chorus

Don’t do this to me darling, oh you’re making me cry
You look like an angel, with stars in your eyes
Don't do this to me woman, oh it’s making me smile
You look like an angel, let’s be sinners in style

Don’t do this to me woman, oh you’re making me mad
You look like an angel, the best I’ve ever had
Don’t do this to me woman, oh you’re my fantasy
Though you look like an angel, you're the devil to me

Revolution

Written By: Katalina Kicks

Kick start and it’s messing with your mind, when your heart says something that your head just can’t decide
Now your life is a chemical release - when it all goes down yeah you start a revolution
No stance, tough love, no words can say when enough’s enough
Locked out, unleashed, when it all goes down yeah you start a revolution

Don’t listen to any word now, you know me better than that
Her heart says yeah, yours says maybe, you’re never gonna love any more

Don’t listen to any way of life
'Cos it all goes down you start a revolution, go down and you start a revolution

Pure lust , on hold, no voice inside that you can’t control
This life is a chemical release - when it all goes down yeah you start a revolution

Don’t listen to any word now, you know me better than that
Her heart says yeah, yours says maybe, you’re never gonna love any more

Don’t listen to any way of life
'Cos it all goes down you start a revolution, goes down and you start a revolution

Come down and you start a revolution

Don’t listen to any word now, you know me better than that
Her heart says yeah, yours says maybe, you’re never gonna love any more

Don’t listen to any way of life
'Cos it all goes down you start a revolution, go down and you start a revolution

Come Down

Written By: Katalina Kicks

Crawling on an empty street, know a place you’d rather be
See the girl with the golden eyes, no regret no deep disguise
Kill the lights, kill your dreams, kill the love and you kill the scene
Calling out with a lust for life, don’t turn around don't look that’s right

If you can use your imagination, I will be your confidence tonight
So come down, come down, come down, come down

Could have made it on my own, could have made it on my own
See the girl with the gun in her hand, no regrets don’t break the stare
Kill the lights, hold your dreams, mask the love and you lose the scene
Calling out with a lust for life, don’t turn around don’t look that’s right

If you can use your imagination, I will be your confidence tonight
So come down, come down, come down, come down

Could have made it on my own, should have made it on my own
City lights, city dreams, city love

Don't Care

Written By: Katalina Kicks

No love, no joy, no soul, no easy choice
Gets worse, no curse, no pain, no guiding voice
This heart will bleed this world can waste away
Gold smile, your child, your loss, she's out to play
Say the word and it’s gone
Get it on, get it on, you’re alive but mystified
You're lost in a place with a smile on yer face and then you don’t stop, headshot, we don’t care

Don’t tell me what I want, don’t tell me what I need
Don’t tell me what to choose, don’t tell me what to bleed

This love, pure love, no words just endless joy
This heart will beat this world won’t waste away

Say the word and it’s gone
Get it on, get it on, you’re alive, but mystified
You're lost in a place with a smile on your face and then you don’t stop, headshot, we don’t care


Don’t tell me what I want, don’t tell me what I need
Don’t tell me what to choose, don’t tell me what to bleed
Don’t tell me what I want, (I don't care) don’t tell me what I need (I don't care)
Don’t tell me what to choose, (I don't care) don’t tell me what to bleed

Say the word and it’s gone
Get it on, get it on, you’re alive, but mystified
You're lost in a place with a smile on your face and then you don’t stop, headshot, we don’t care

Don’t tell me what I want, don’t tell me what I need
Don’t tell me what to choose, don’t tell me what to bleed
Don’t tell me what I want, (I don't care) don’t tell me what I need (I don't care)
Don’t tell me what to choose, (I don't care) don’t tell me

Discography

Katalina Kicks:

Album 'Point Blank' - release date autumn 2013

Single 'The Limits We Set' - charity single for Teenage Cancer Trust through Specialized - release date 2nd June 2013. Song used as theme tune for Udderbelly Comedy Festival.

Single 'Forever Young' - release date May 3rd 2013

Single 'National Hero' - released 8th March 2013 - reached No. 1 in the UK Emerging Icons Student Radio Chart and No 1 on the Strummerville Mixtape Charts.

Debut album 'The Return of Montague Rotter' - UK/European release - January 2012.

Debut album 'The Return of Montague Rotter' - US release July 2011. Great CMJ coverage, charting on numerous College radio stations.

'Me' - single released 6th December 2010. Extensive radio and TV playlisting throughout UK.

'145' - single released July 2010. Extensive radio and TV playlisting throughout UK. Received critical acclaim from the British press, including 'Track of the Day' at Clash Magazine.

I Know Best (feat Remember) - Released in Europe March 2010. Playlisted on MTV Europe.

Ian George:
No 1 Creation - Released in Europe October 2008 - reached #30 in the MTV Europe charts
The Kyro EP - EP released 2006 - reached Napster Top 50 and featured as a recommended album
Day In - Album released 2005.

Set List

Flexible to play between 30 minutes and an hour and a half. Have extensive originals repertoire of over 30 songs. Favourites include:

National Hero
Forever Young
KOA
Generation Yawn
Send Her My Way
Sex n Drugs
Size of Some
Work
Cold
The World or Nothing At All
145
C Bomb
Helicopter
Eyes
Own Worst Enemy
Angel
Don't Care
Revolution
Press Start Symphony
She Goes Where
Killer
Me
RIP
Spirit of the Nation
Day In
Come Down
In A Way (No 1 Creation)
Rockstar (I know Best)
You Say
Supernatural