"Now, I could tell you about BBQ (aka Mark Sultan), his past in bands like Les Sexareenos or The Spaceshits or his solo records on labels like Bomp. I could tell you about King Khan's pseudo-celebrity in Europe, or his past in The Spaceshits, or how his band, The Shrines, are a ten-piece soul-funk revue that have been described as the tightest band in the world. But these names and facts probably mean nothing to you, so let's talk about the real nitty gritty: The King Khan & BBQ Show.
"First, I must say that these guys are fuckin' blood brothers. Real tight. They played all over the place in an aforementioned band outta Montreal and they're the best of friends to this very day. When Khan settled in the land of kraut and honey, the two maintained they'd reunite some day and lay waste to this miserable world.
"And so it began. In 2002 they jammed in Khan's Nazi-bunker rehearsal space and the black magick remained intact. Songs flowed like blood from a cancerous abscess. They took it slow, honing their craft, playing sporadically around Germany and Spain to crowds outraged by their incredible sound and orgiastic, anarchic live show.
"Two guys. One smashing a 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 and belting it out on his guitar like a savage. What does it all sound like? It sounds like five men. People name typical suspects when trying to describe them: The Velvet Underground, 13th Floor Elevators, Black Flag, The Falcons, Sam Cooke, The Sonics.... It's all true, and more. 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."