The last time KING KHAN & THE SHRINES were at Dirty Water a review in Razorcake Magazine said afterwards:
"King Khan, sporting a German army helmet and thrift store suit, a genuine jungle woman go-go dancer in tow, ascended the stage - and it was pandemonium! The Shrines broke out in a sweat of funk and groove; and King Khan had charisma oozing out of every orifice. In fact, he's so full of degenerate charm that you'd almost be okay if you heard that he fucked your sister next to the dumpster in the alley after the show. Almost. He shook, he rattled, he rolled down into the audience and rubbed his jungle staff on one of the Black Lips' genee-tals. ‘Do somethin' crazy you've never done before,’ he encouraged. ‘Take a sh*t on the floor, wipe yer ass on the wall. Let's have some fun tonight at the Dirty Water Club!’ When audience members jumped on stage they were warned, ‘I only wanna see y'all up here if yer f*cking!’ Band and front man ran through a series of dance moves, and during the call and response chorus of ‘Lovesick’, King Khan's ‘I'm love-sick!’ was met with the band's reply of ‘King Khan's a pussy.’ These guys are a good-time, ass-shakin' r'n'b machine. If he were old enough, I'd say King Khan was James Brown's godfather. Music fans, do yourselves a favor - sell your King Khan vinyl and buy a ticket to Europe to see him live. A great man, a great band."
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KING SALAMI & THE CUMBERLAND 3, are London's greatest exponents of punk'n'blues. The KING howls like Screaming Jay Hawkins with Bo Diddley chasing his coat-tail whilst Andre Williams tries to offer up some of his bacon fat. This man never stops shakin' and twistin' and groovin' while the CUMBERLAND 3 (former members of the Ulcers, Chinese Lungs and Parkinsons) play their own branded mix of desperate rock'n'roll toped up with a helping of soul with fire, energy, gusto and fun!
THEE VICARS started mainly due to the fact they are sick to death with typical boring bands around their area playing the same style of music as everyone. They are here to prove the point that life is too short for boring music. These teenage rock'n'roll terrorists from the small town of Bury St Edmunds on a mission to kung-fu kick all the boring bands out of existence! This is real raw and vintage sounding garage-rock'n'roll!
Friday 12 December at the Boston Music Room, Junction Road, London N19 - just around the corner from Tufnell Park underground station (two stops north of Camden Town on the Northern Line).