Amongst the malaise of the British underground music scene there are a few rare and precious bands that exist beyond the frame of reference we have forced down our throat on a daily basis. Bands that exist outside of the time-line, outside of the pigeonholes, outside of the accepted logic, bands that won’t try and sell you hair gel or a mobile phone. These are bands that exist in spite of the zeitgeist, not because of it – and Kingskin are one such band.
Hailing from the port-town of Dover – the perfect location for a act with such a flagrant disregard for the follies of the mainland music scene – Kingskin have forged a sound steeped in an independent spirit that many thought dead along with the Alternative dream. The result is a frenetic combination of unrepentant Post-Grunge revelry and pummelling Funk energy that’s as utterly infectious as it is uniquely danceable.
It’s this winning combination that makes Kingskin such a startling live proposition. Having chalked up hundreds of shows in their short life span (including performances at Zoo8, Beachbreak Live and Lounge On The Farm) they’ve become a finely honed live unit with a reputation for loosening the hips of even the steeliest crowd: a fact that can be attested to by anyone who’s witnessed the frenzy of flailing limps, trashed guitars and occasional nakedness the makes up the average Kingskin gig.
Kingskin there Steve Albini produced second album in early 2009.