so, when king khan and the shrines play your town, you know what to do, right?
go.
and get ready for some serious pants-shitting freak fest partying. it's like seeing the indian love child of otis redding, james brown, and eddie murphy (more delirious than doolittle) fronting a crazy international band that takes all the awesome from the last fifty-five years of rock music (hell, most music) and jams it into each song. last night, there was a horn section and a suicide cover.on top of all that, they're really rad dudes. all twelve of them.
seriously. why aren't you already buying tickets?
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