Vax
Wallo Reviews
• Illinois Entertainer - Around Here March 2004
Vax Wallo's six song EP, 3 Can Keep A Secret forgoes
the most obvious musical structure for a free-form, trance-inducing style that
relies
heavily
on repetition of hooks and vocals. The band touts itself as "conjuring the
spirit
of the Velvet Underground," but this offering more accurately conjures the
spirit
of The Butthole Surfer's experimental compositions.
- By Jason Scales - Staff Writer
• Chicago Reader - Spot Check February 2002
Vax Wallo 2/15, DoubleDoor; 2/23, Prodigal Son. This local band,
comprising a self-described former juvenile delinquent, a former door-to-door
proselytizer,
a former graffiti artist, and a couple less notorious chicago musicians, seem
better
poised to make real people rock than most. Their self-released EP, My Best
Fiend, shows alot of promise--the songs, tinged with a stoner-goth smokiness,
hang like scarecrow clothes on a frame work that sounds like it's going to collapse
at any minute but never does, and a scruffy anarchy pushes through the seams.
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By Monica Kendrick - Music Editor
• Chicago Sun-Times - Weekend Plus Club Hopping October 2000
The Bellrays, Kimball-Roeser Effect, Vax Wallo, 10/14, Schubas,
3159 N. Southport. Conjuring the spirit of the Velvet Underground, Vax Wallo
is making primal rock 'n' roll with an appeal is broad enough for old-school
punks and lyric-driven intellectuals alike. The minimalist Chicago group
is fronted by vocalist Kingdom Kilpatrick, whose onstage gyrations are juxtaposed
with noirish,
intensely personal lyrics, is complemented by the Knitting Factory-style
guitar of Erik
DeBat.
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By Jeff Johnson - Features Editor
• Illinois Entertainer - Around Here July 2000
The spirit of The Feelies lives on in Vax Wallo. Lots of rumbling, propulsive
rhythm beds, herky-jerky guitar lines, and delivery by singer
Kingdom Kilpatrick - Vax Wallo's five-song EP, Feed The Pleasure is
a pretty nifty introduction to this local foursome. Once out of the garage and
onto a
stage, this is the
kind of minimalist rock that taps directly into your head-bobbing nerve.
- By Michacl C. Harris - Editor
