King Khan & The BBQ Show

Now, I could tell you about Mark Sultan, I mean, BBQ's past in bands like Les Sexareenos or The Spaceshits, and that his new album will be out soon on Bomp. I could tell you about King Khan's pseudo-celebrity in Europe, or his past in The Spaceshits, or how his band's new album is a split with The Dirtbombs. But you probably wouldn't give a shit. These names and facts probably mean nothing to you. Let's talk about the real nitty gritty – The King Khan & BBQ Show. First, I must say that these guys are fuckin blood brothers, man. Real tight. They played all over the place before in an aforementioned band outta Montreal. And they're the best of friends to this day. When King Khan (then Blacksnake') decided to stay in the land of kraut and honey, they always maintained that they would soon lay waste to this miserable world. And so they began in 2002. BBQ visiting my man King Khan, and jamming in his Nazi-bunker rehearsal space. The black magick remained intact. Songs flowed endlessly like blood from a cancerous abcess. They took it easy, honing their craft, playing sporadically around Germany and Spain to crowds outraged by their incredible sound and nasty live show. Orgiastic, anarchic, hypnotic and personal are the
shows to this day. I've seen the blow-jobs and blood, the pick-ups and puke, the dancing and the laughing. Two guys. One smashing snare, bass drum and tambourine with his bare feet, molesting his guitar and singing like a possessed angel. The other spinning and howling like a freak while belting it out on his guitar like a real gone savage. What does it all sound like? It sounds like five men. People throw the typical suspects into their descriptions as a defense against the real sound: The Velvet Underground, 13th Floor Elevators, Black Flag, The Falcons, Sam Cooke, The Users, The Sonics, The Cramps, Bo, Jerry Lee, The Gonn… Their sound is all of this and more, but all of their own. The show? A mess. Love songs, punkers, improvised riot-starters, dance-floor shakers, sing-along stompers, wild rockers – you name it. They always drench the crowd in raw energy, and they're always the last ones dancing and drinking at the bar. The LP/CD will be out in March on Hazelwood Records in Europe and in January/February on Goner Records in the US. It was recorded by DM Bob in Hamburg. A single on Italy's 'Solid Sex Lovie Doll Records' will precurse the disaster. The 'real rock n roll' monicker has been used and abused, yes, but I can't think of any better way to describe this party.