Thursday, July 23, 2009

The King Khan & BBQ Show - The King Khan & BBQ Show


Ah, the majesty. The first of two records by the King Khan & BBQ Show and one of my favourite album covers I have seen in a very long time. For those who do not know King Khan: He is one mother fucking wild soul singing rock and roller from Montreal. His band King Khan and the Shrines have been rocking the European and North American scenes for the past ten years. I once heard a man say he was better than James Brown (but then quickly heard someone talk some sense into that man). For those who have not seen King Khan: his stage presence has the electricity of Bowie, except this is not an androgynous glittery British man, but rather a shirtless, turbanized, jewel incrusted Indian. Fear him. Fear his wrath. It is awesome. 

Alongside the supreme genius of King Khan is Mark Sultan, otherwise known as the masterful BBQ. He also plays the guitar as well as the drums (with his feet). A multitasking duo if I've ever seen one. I have to say, it's very impressive to see two dudes on stage in turbans commence a mosh pit while playing doo-wop music. Grab a partner and jump around.

Gulliver

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Thursday, July 9, 2009

George Harrison - Wonderwall

Sure Sure Sure.
It's been a while, has it not?
I assure you, it has been wholly worth it.
I bring to you a record from the depths of Beatles' consciousness;
an instrumental exploration by Hare Hare Harrison.
Fascinatingly, recorded while the boy's were still together.
Far-out.
Ahead of it's time.
Psychedelic as hell.
(a precursor to "electronica"
I'll leave the degree of influence to you.)

CooolJerk.

Monday, July 6, 2009

Paco De Lucía - El Duende Flamenco de Paco De Lucía


Some sweet nylon string sounds for you on a Monday morning. A young Paco De Lucia brings us a magical tale of modern flamenco that is great for both riding one's bicycle through a maritime boardwalk or banging out a spicy stir fry. Which ever you prefer on this monday morning. 

If I knew spanish I would yell something passionately in the language. 

Gulliver!

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[Unfortunately, I just discovered that "Farolillo de Feria" has a minimal amount of skippage in it. I currently have no other copy of the record, but as soon as I hunt one down I shall salve this shattered track.]