Kill Me Kate’s Self-Titled Album Is Less a Debut Than a Document and More Proof That Art Can Outlast Distance, Bitterness, and Even Time
Some records take months. Others take years. Kill Me Kate took fifteen. The band’s long-gestating self-titled debut isn’t a revival or a reunion; it’s more like a resurrection of sorts. A raw, emotional, and unflinching punk record, it’s built from blistering riffs, bruised honesty, and the kind of persistence that only comes from heartbreak and […]










