Miss Kittin played Osaka on Friday night, lighting up the Underlounge with her army of minimalist techno kittens on hand to offer support. While Olmeca led to drama and Malboros to clamour, in the end the sound of taxis and the rain-splattered grey of Namba back alleys provided the all answers we sought. And underground, everyone was dancing.

Posted in Flatbeat on Monday May 15, 2006.

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