King Khan
My friend Ragnar lives out in Greenpoint, which is a bitch to get to from Jersey by the way considering it is just over the river, and invited me to see a group called King Khan and The Shrines. I had heard word of them, but never actually heard anything from them but I went on the strength of Ragnar’s vouch and I’m glad I did.
I’m going to be very brief because the night is hazy due to the loss of my glasses and plastic cup after plastic cup of cheap beer. The place was jammed to the gills with hipsters and when Khan and the crew began everyone, as one person, jumped up off their feet. I mean it. King himself is a Pakistani, non-dead Wilson Picket with a beer gut and 3 Musketeer-style facial hair. He took the stage wearing a leisure suit with then bands trademark shark tooth necklace and a cape and he straight freaked everybody out. The bands sound is soul R&B intense-ass madness and they play so hard you can’t help but roll with it. As the night progressed Khan lost most of his clothes but gained what appeared to be a very badly made imitation of Darth Vader’s helmet, like one you might make if you were going to reenact the trilogy in your basement and were running out of time.They had a flapper cheerleader on stage rah-rah-ing and a fat dude wearing sumo briefs simulating copulation with a lovely girl off on stage right. There was a homeless dude dressed like a jockey and some sort of battle between pants less masked Khan and aforementioned fat dude. And they were selling vinyl but I didn’t buy it cause I’m stupid. If you don’t know, now you know. Get King Khan and The Shrines stuff right now and go see them live. Bring a towel and mind your glasses.
Popularity: 13% [?]
