Slugs, cockroaches, kliko’s, fritessaus and toxic armpits brought to you by Fishra (she/her) and B.Ruiz (they/them) in a stew of gothic utopias and stinky critique. Expect rapid words over chunky beats and catchy synth tunes with trumpet noodles. An alarm to shake you, and a lullaby to soothe you. Keep your eyes wet and your fists big.
KMK have been stinking out venues around the Amsterdam underground for the last year and will be wafting to you any day soon.
