Katalin

Katalin play sugarpop. Sugarpop rocks. That's smooth cuddly melodies. That's rock'n'roll with addiction to kitsch. That's swing underneath the disco ball. All in all music that makes sweet chicks bounce their ponytails and bearded hippies grab their air guitars. Flying on a shag rug carpet the gentle listener glides into a musical cockaigne, where only one rule exists: always be sweet and groovy!

That's smooth cuddly melodies.
That's rock'n'roll with addiction to kitsch.
That's swing underneath the disco ball.

All in all music that makes sweet chicks bounce their ponytails and bearded hippies grab their air guitars.

Flying on a shag rug carpet the gentle listener glides into a musical cockaigne, where only one rule exists: always be sweet and groovy!

On stage the five deliver a coitus-motivating performance with ecstatic poser soli, bewitching choirs and short dresses. And they look damn good thereby.

Katalin are not indie, they are pop.
Katalin are not cool, they are funky.
Katalin are Katalin.