Showing posts with label BBQ. Show all posts
Showing posts with label BBQ. Show all posts
Thursday, October 30, 2008
Everybody Sexareeno!
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Hello kids. I don't have too much to say except to tell you that I'm drinking an awesome beer called "Simpler Times" and I'm feeling glorious. Earlier I posted up some King Khan and BBQ records and I felt inspired enough to put up some of Mark Sultan's older material.
Enjoy Les Sexareenos and their 28 Party Dancers!
Monday, September 29, 2008
Did somebody say BBQ???!!
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In this world there aren't very many one man bands out there that will grab your attention and squeeze it, but this bad motherfukka from Montreal will do just that. Mark Sultan, one half of the garage orgasm that is known worldwide as the King Khan and BBQ Show can sure put it down, Man! The sound is cheap, but by no means is that a negative description. No way. This, his second long player, was recorded live and direct for your lo-fi listening pleasure. If you're a fan of 50's doo-wop, garage punk, and stompy-ass drums, then my friend you have found your new leader. His name is BBQ. Please enjoy tie your noose.
Labels:
BBQ,
Canada,
Doo Wop,
Garage rock,
King Khan,
One man band
Thursday, July 10, 2008
The King Khan & BBQ show!
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click here to put baby in the corner.I'm a bit late on the band wagon when it comes to these two. I had always been aware of their existence, but failed to take a closer look. I don't know why, maybe laziness is the culprit? Anyway, a few weeks ago I picked up this little gem through a friend and immediately decided that I'd be a lazy man no more. I won't sit here and tell you that every song on this album is great. In my opinion there are at least two clunkers. Most notably "fish fight"
That being said, the rest of this record will definitely satisfy that lo-fi garage punk yearning that I know you've got inside. The kind of hunger that keeps you out there on the streets searchin' for the perfect soundtrack to a booze swillin' evening with the one you wanna bang.
It's like poetry really.
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