Cat Tatt’s music is deceptively simple. Guitar, drums and vocals. Straightforward punk textures. But it’s the twists that they take that are so surprising. All of a sudden the rhythm is completely different. A beat got skipped over and the song is still walking along, but on a different leg. The same with the lyrics -- the word that ends a sentence starts the next, but the meaning changes, taking a left turn. I’ve never wanted to dance to math rock before.
The blank canvas The battleground of my back, twisted and flat Flush around the spine Designed to be Lifted in sinews that burn through skin Unexpecting The stealth of the softness that surrounds me Sturdy Like home And asking Though the answers aren’t so easy









