Katarina Volkova
Before there were festival lights, there were rainy evenings in Germany, a secondhand guitar, and a girl who refused to turn the volume down. Katarina learned her craft chasing riffs through rehearsal rooms and underground rock clubs, turning every hard-won chord into something fierce and unmistakably her own. Her solos are razor sharp; her laugh is louder than the tour bus. She'll challenge the band to a guitar duel, then insist everyone stops for dessert.
“LOUDER. HARDER. ALWAYS FURTHER.”





