The label’s artists seem to share an obsession with sensuous, fleeting phenomena. They create painterly and evocative sound collages that mimic the shifting play of light and shadow fluttering across a wall or the surging and expiring of the sun’s resplendent rays at dusk. These deceptively simple metaphors, however, belie the feats of engineering that have gone into crafting them. Kitchen.’s artists weave elements into texture-focused arrangements that unravel languidly and deliberately through a time and space that seems to quiver more tremulously than our own. 

Despite its domestic-sounding name and penchant for delicate gestures and empty, impassive interiors, Kitchen. Label is a thoroughly metropolitan phenomenon. Its imagination is fired by promising glimpses of pastoral life salvaged from the city. A bit like the roving eye of the flâneur in Baudelaire, who found solace in the bittersweet juxtapositions of urban life, Kitchen. Label documents momentary flickers of melancholic beauty in unlikely environments.