Kasador’s “Big Man Keane” doesn’t politely introduce itself—it kicks the door off its hinges, swigs a beer, and screams about the apocalypse. It’s a gloriously unhinged cocktail of Tom Morello’s guitar pyrotechnics and the spit-flecked punk mania of Amyl & The Sniffers and Idles, served shaken, not stirred, and definitely not safe for the neighbours. The riffs rip like a power tool on caffeine, and the drums sound like they’re trying to overthrow the government.
Frontman Cam Wyatt is in full prophet-of-doom mode, hollering about America’s love affair with sensationalist news—the kind where whoever yells the loudest wins, and everyone else loses their soul. He skewers the media circus that rewards big lies, bad takes, and moral rot like it’s prime-time entertainment. Somewhere between the lines, you can hear him asking: “How did we get from empathy to endorsing bombing children?” (Spoiler: it’s the ratings.)
But this isn’t just finger-wagging—Wyatt’s having too much fun setting the world on fire with his words. The track thrashes, snarls, and occasionally grins through its teeth, as if saying, “We’re all doomed, but at least it sounds fantastic.” “Big Man Keane” is protest rock for the attention-deficit era: noisy, funny, furious, and far too catchy for how guilty it should make you feel. Turn it up and let it punch your conscience in rhythm.
Review by Thomas Imposter