The King Khan & BBQ Show - Invisible Girl reviews
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| Pitchfork |
 Chuck Berry had "My Ding-a-Ling", AC/DC had "Big Balls", King Missile had "Detachable Penis"; perhaps, for the song title "Tastebuds", we should thank King Khan and Mark "BBQ" Sultan for their discretion. The tune, the seventh track on the shuffly garage-rockers' third LP together, is a disarmer no matter your take on it; without ruining the surprise, the tastebuds in question are attached all over the nether quarters, allowing for some heretofore unknown pleasures. It's not half as funny as Khan and Sultan think it is, but it is precisely as catchy as they think it is. If their goal was to get me to walk around my apartment describing the new sensations in my bathing-suit area, well, mission accomplished, gents.
Both Khan and Sultan are as good as anybody at brushing 40-odd years of dust off old Nuggets tropes; since their last meeting on wax, 2006's What's For Dinner?, Khan and his Shrines and Sultan by his lonesome have each crafted one heck of a snarling platter of 1960s-indebted rock'n'roll. But there was also the recent debacle from the Almighty Defenders, an "evil gospel" supergroup featuring Khan, Sultan, and the Black Lips that boasted of its quick conception while failing to address how slapdash the end product felt. It's easy to see why they were confident in pulling that off: Khan's a stupendously stylish vocalist, able to ape everybody from the Big Bopper to Otis Redding without losing a move, and Sultan's got some ear for compact arrangements and clever melodic interjections. There's a swagger here borne out of totally earned confidence; these dudes are good, and they know it. But confidence can take on ugly forms from time to time, and it does get a little grisly on Invisible Girl; sometimes you feel like these guys were just a bit too cocky in their abilities to finish writing the damn song....full text |
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| Spin |
| Onstage, King Khan has been known to holster the microphone between his ass cheeks. But even knowing that still doesn't prepare you for the anatomical, scatological, and carnal onslaught of "Tastebuds," the third track off his second album with Mark "BBQ" Sultan. Also shocking: It's blisteringly infectious doo-wop rock, suitable for tapings of Hollywood A Go-Go as hosted by Beavis and Butt-head. Khan's trashy Sam Cooke and Bo Diddley impersonations are uncannier than ever, but it's Invisible Girl's ratio of 1960s tribute to 21st-century blaspheming that makes it his most immediately enjoyable work yet....full text |
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| Bbc |
t may be the name of a Hindu god, but this duo imbues Anala, the name of the opening track of their third album, with a filthy innuendo that’ll have you reaching for the scrubbing brush. Or is that just me? With its saccharine, doo-wop backing melody, clammy hand-claps and grubby rhythms, this is a different proposition to the tight-bottomed funk of Khan’s side-stepping, tambourine-walloping band of unlikely rock‘n’roll mercenaries King Khan & The Shrines.
It’s not that the Germany-based Indo-Canadian necessarily requires such show-stopping backing; his dynamite yelping and RnB balladeering is clearly modelled on James Brown – and it’s not a bad likeness at all. And Khan, after all, is a man whose lewd behaviour has got himself banned from so many clubs he makes the notoriously dissolute Black Lips – with whom he and BBQ collaborated on their Almighty Defenders project earlier this year – look like Taylor Swift. Still, here his vocals only play a supporting role to those of BBQ, aka Mark Sultan, Khan’s old sparing partner in Canadian garage delinquents The Spaceshits. ...full text |
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