"It starts off relatively indie, then realising they're bored with this, twists into something far more interesting, leaning on the instrumental, with at times relatively sparse lyrics, shimmering, arty, delicate and fragile while still having strength, more rapier than broadsword. It turns out to be a quite short set, or it might just be I was enjoying it too much"
"Stabbing guitar melodies, swishing lead guitar lines. I'm mentally jumping around and it's only a matter of time before the cerebral becomes the visceral bodily kick that puts me in motion. Slick lush bass lines, kicking drums and that's my cue, I'm out of the chair like I've just scored a last minute cup final goal. This is arms flailing, smiles aloft, high voltage amplified fucking happiness. My faith in Indie Pop has been restored, resovled and reignited. This is the sound of Kartta…" Crumbs in the Butter Review
"Regulars on the north east’s gig circuit, Kartta have picked up quite a dedicated following, in evidence tonight...The band are loud, with the bass on the drums and bass guitar shattering around so much that it felt like it was throbbing in my chest. The mature rock that they performed was impressive and they were quite obviously comfortable on stage. Kartta had an air about them of a band on the cusp of being noticed by someone who actually fancies giving these guys their chance. The sweeping walls of guitar and the slight interplay between the two vocalists is pitched well against charming melodies and licks of high end fret guitar work. The drumming was occasionally driving the songs forward and other times taking a backseat to the vocals and guitar. The stand out track was towards the end of the set when the band slowed down into an almost shoe gaze-esque My Bloody Valentine track that had me captivated – the darkness of the piece got my attention." God Is In The TV Review
