On the minus side, I only have one piece of vinyl by an indie band starting with a K. On the plus side, it's a Canadian band, so up goes YSKOD's Can-Con ratio (that's Canadian Content, folks). KCS were from Guelph, Ontario. I picked up this self-released 7" at a show they did in Winnipeg in around 92-93. They were better live than this rather dated-sounding indie-rock song suggests. I'm always suspicious of songs that sound angry but could be about making a grilled cheese sandwich for all the lyrics convey. It's also quite possible that I'm just not listening closely enough. Years of listening to shoegaze (where every other song seems to be about the sun, a wave, the moon, the tides, a vapour trail, dusk and/or dawn, some sophomoric metaphor for being "high", being blind, or smootching) has discouraged me from listening to song lyrics too closely unless I catch some encouraging snippets or know the lyricist will deliver the goods. Surely I've discouraged you enough that you must give this a listen now, no? Dare you disagree with my lowly 2-star attribution?