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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Thrush Hermit - Clayton Park

Aiye!
I'm never going to take this long to post again.
Shit. So, in my most sincere attempt to get more music up here.
I'm just gonna be quick with these posts; want more info? Talk to me.
I'll never stop talking.
Now, how can I win you back... faithful ISSG subscribers.
Perhaps, a record I initially uploaded in July.
A total college rock radio gem from the 90's.
Perhaps, posting this record in Nova Scotia be most fitting.
I give you, Thrush Hermit... Joel Plaskett, Ian McGettigan and Rob Benvie's first band.
They rule like hell. They will punch you.
They sound like Canada.
Dope. Catch you around.

-Cool Jerk

The Dirtbombs - Ultraglide In Black

1. Chains Of Love (J.J. Barnes)
2. If You Can Want (Smokey Robinson & The Miracles)
3. Underdog (Sly & The Family Stone)
4. Your Love Belongs Under A Rock (The Dirtbombs)
5. I'll Wait (George Clinton, The Parliaments)
6. Living For The City (Stevie Wonder)
7. The Thing (Larry Bright)
8. Kung Fu (Curtis Mayfield)
9. Ode To A Black Man (Phil Lynott, Thin Lizzy)
10. Got To Give It Up. (Marvin Gaye)
11. Livin' For The Weekend (The O'Jays)
12. I'm Qualified to Satisfy You (Barry White)
13. Do You See My Love (For You Growing) (Junior Walker & The All-Stars)

I remember a little conversation I had with a friend over whether or not I should throw The Arctic Money's "Your Favorite Nightmare" in the garbage. Long story short, the merits of the album were discussed. The opposing party brought up the argument of "Badassery", and more so, how a handful of wealthy, popped-collared kids possessed the illustrious title of bad ass. I want to tell you that argument was ever resolved, but being the bull-headed kid I tend to be, I reached for what I felt a defining, unarguably badass mafaking record would be. Moments into Chains of Love, I forgot all about the Arctic Monkeys, their flaccid grooves replaced by an imaginary, sweaty fist fight, in a dark bar with motorcycles parked outside...a motorcycle bar in Detroit. If you close your eyes and listen to Ode to a Black Man, you will see motorcycles, I promise.
The Dirtbombs are unarguably the soul of the Detroit garage scene (Mick Collins' Gories being one of Jack White's biggest inspirations). Although this is conventionally a cover album, it contains none of that..."Wow, the original was so much better, these kids are pretentious dicks". These don't so much sound like covers as the sweetest house party you've ever been to. You know when you go to some guys house you don't really know, and you find out he's in a band and there is gear all over the place? Then everyone gets drunk and he sits on the drums and starts bashing something out, and everyone's thinking..."this is kind of cool", but noone is really into it. Then out of nowhere this ogre walks up to the microphone and howls out "Living For The City" and for the next three hours everyone's rump is shaking. The band has the tightness of a bunch of kids who met for the first time but all love Curtis Mayfield so much they groove like ol' timers.
A few months ago, I had the unreal pleasure of seeing the 'Bombs perform live in a filthy nightclub. One of the hardest ass-kickings I've ever received. Two drummers falling through their kits, One hella distorted bass guitar, one three foot lady on a baritone Jag that was processed into heaven and oozing sex. And...holy hell. Mick Collins. The most terrifying looking man I have ever seen. His 7 feet and 300 lbs of muscle made his guitar look like a toy. How he didn't tear it into shreds is beyond me. I hurt all over for days, and I was entirely deaf and fully satisfied for weeks. If you miss a chance to see The Dirtbombs, you are an idiot.
Mick Collins, you are qualified to satisfy me.
Enjoy!

-The Cool Jerk

(clickin' the head will take you to the download link)