Kittie plays Peabody's ( http://www.peabodys.com) (2083 E. 21st St., 216-776-9999) Thursday, March 22. Check out this week's Scene for a story about the Canadian grrrls, who were one of the most promising bands to emerge from the nu-metal movement.
They're touring behind their fourth album, and it's been quite a ride. After two increasingly lackluster follow-ups to 2000's classic Spit, they're finally hitting their stride again. Singer Morgan Lander looks back at the band's four LPs:
On Spit (2000), which rules:
"The people that signed us saw the potential for something that could be great. And I think now, with our new album, that we've sort of reached that potential. Spit was like the seed being cast."
On Oracle (2001), which is the band doing a Pantera-thing, which any four dumb dudes can do:
"It was the album that had to be done. It was heavier, faster, more screaming — it was sort of our time to prove that we weren't gimmicks, that we weren't what a lot of critics wrote us off as, that we were a real metal band, and we wrote a real metal album."
On Until the End (2004), which sucked:
"It's [the sound of] a band that's starting to understand the balance between heavy and light, and to unite it. It's also a representation of band that is in a lot of trouble, and isn't happy with their situation, and is falling apart."
On Funeral for Yesterday (2007), which is pretty good:
"We're women. We have aggression and power and anger, but we're also feminine. But for a long time, those elements were separate. We were able to sit and write and revise and really take the opportunity to redefine who we were as a band. It was therapeutic for us. It didn't seem like there was a future for the band, so [drummer-sister] Mercedes and I just wrote what we felt. And we were able to do some outside-the-box thinking in terms of songs. This album, to us, we felt like this was our last chance. Now feels like the beginning — that's the whole idea surrounding this album."
If you like girl metal, Walls of Jericho is on the bill, and they're pretty good, too. — D.X. Ferris