Kites

Kites

 London, England, GBR
BandAlternative

The band that bridge the gap between Joy Division and Donna Summer. Fly like paper, Get high like KITES.

Biography


"Kites are the band that bridge the gap between Joy Division and Donna Summer.
They exist in curious space between Manchester's Hacienda and New York's
Studio 54. And the sound? Intelligent synth laden melancholy reminiscent of
northern drizzle, thematically existentialist, drawing on isolation, longing and
score settling. But from broken British windows, the band are looking outward
towards escapist glamour, decadent style and unashamed androgynous beauty...
new romantics, new wave, New York, new London. New band."

Booked for London shows at
Club 333,
Bloomsbury Bowling Lanes,
Camden Barfly and
Proud Galleries.

How it all began...

"A boy and a girl alight on the platform at Angel tube station.
Usually platforms on the London underground are squalid and claustrophobic.
Hundreds of commuters can occupy a single space that often resembles a
sweatier incarnation of the Terracotta Army. But at Angel the southbound
platform is different. It is spacious, aerate and inviting.
The boy and the girl did not pause to consider their surroundings. The
boy was too busy animatedly conveying ideas to his female companion. As
they glided up Angel’s central escalator, which I am told is the longest escalator
n Western Europe , his verbal meanderings began to crystallise. When they
finally emerged from the underground terminus, blinking into the English sunlight,
they had decided to embark on a voyage.
It is not yet known where they are headed."

Welcome to KITES

Lyrics

The Seamstress

Written By: Matthew Phillips (Kites)

The Seamstress

He saw waves in her eyes
Her coquettish whiles captivate his mind

You are her mistress
The plaything of this devious actress
Exchanging glances over glasses in a den on the Royal Mile.

Beware!
The Seamstress in out tonight
I do declare she has you firmly in her sights
Your stare like a tourist sold a lie
Her wares are fair but she’s a parasite
This affair aesthetic idealised
She swings the wrecking ball
He dies!

She swears it’s fiction she wrote
Her fantasies are captured in her prose.

And yet her novel fails to sate her
She chose a double life and she won’t be deterred.
Exchanging glances over glasses in a den on the Royal Mile.

A Flower Is All That Remains

Written By: Matthew Phillips (Kites)

A Flower Is All That Remains

Let's hold court and entertain.
I've no desire to remonstrate.
I must indulge this youthful folly
And festoon my body.
I will weave regret tonight.

Have you heard of Mr Gray,
Or Antinous drowned in jealous rage?
Vanities to mar all beauty.
Which will mock your glory.
Be Narcissus and duly die.

'Cos your reflection
Will burn a hole in your head.

Found you today.
But a flower is all that remains.
You've descended to a hellish place
And I've resolved of late
To forget my aging face.

'Cos your reflection
Will burn a hole in your head.

Set List

The Seamstress
The Nightmare
Yellow Letter
Thin Red Line
Remnants of an Army
A Flower is all that Remains
Studio track
Black Dog
The Voyage of The James Caird
The Railway Crossing