"Ordinarily, this sort of heavy-handed goonery ain't my bag, but there's something about Kled guitarist Pat Phlymm's propensity for fucked-up clangor and strafing riffs that lifts the band out of the typical punk-metal-hard-rock morass... And odds are these guys are also Frank Zappa fans, as they're accomplished players with a fondness for wacky subject matter, dubious stage attire, and kee-razily frantic dynamics."
“I give you Kled. They open our night like a giant pair of rock forceps stretching our inner walls until we scream. You can’t hate a band where the frontman is dressed as a gay sailor and sings a song that opens with “I have a vibrating butthole.” The band plays sludgy, growly rock a la The Mentors. This guy just holds the hammer. Beautiful. They are actually called back to do one more song, which never happens for the first band… ”
“The early ‘90s also produced another member of Missoula rock royalty: guitarist (and professional ballet dancer – seriously) Pat Phylmm. The flamboyant showman used to rile crowds with his Cheshire grin, tiny pigtails, and the tightest, shortest outfits one could possibly imagine. His most notable stint was with local favorite The Banned, but his most horrifying appearance was a side-project called Poop, which was a sort of low-brow art performance often showcasing Phlymm in ballerina costumes or assless jeans. Later, Phlymm formed Kled and the trio moved to Seattle, where they continue to play heavy metal disco pushed to every corner of weirdness by Phlymm’s disconcertingly childlike vocals. Hide the kids for Phlymm’s long awaited return. ”