King Khan and His Shrines-What Is?!
This post is for Portland, the promised land.
Anton has gone out to explore La Ravel, the "dangerous" part of town. He's on a pilgramige to find the last remaining Gaudi he hasn't photographed from every possible angle. I started on the journey with him, but my back hurts and he kept asking me to walk slower (I'm a fast walker, I can't help it), so I decided to go home by myself.
Fortunately, I had a bottle of wine and a box of orange juice waiting for me back in the flat. I've since then been sitting on the terrace by myself enjoying this on my headphones and feeling showered and mildly buzzed.
God help me these guys are monstrous. Constantly referred to The Black Lips. With good reason. They are no doubt part of the neo neo neo garage movement. But King Khan has the edge up on everyone else because they have an apocalyptic horn section and for a few fleeting moments diverge onto these Sun Ra inspired tangents that make my toes curl. Maybe I'm drunk, but these guys are exactly what I want to hear right now. I've done next to nothing other than record my little kalimba tracks and bum around my neighborhood today looking for chilis to burn my mouth out with, and after listening to this record I feel like I've destroyed my fface on rock n' roll. Gimme a pack of Lucky Strikes and a bottle of bourbon , I'm putting What Is?! back on.
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