I met King Khan earlier in the day while I was working reception, and he smiled and said hi to me. I didn't even say it first, or have to stare at him to make him greet me. I think we fell in love.Their show was at the Corner, and it was pretty full. We missed Woolen Kits, 'cos we were eating dinner, and nearly missed out on Royal Headache (who are amaaaazing, and I love them), because appaz you're not allowed to take in larger cameras. What a photography monopoly!
Being the clever cats that we are, we managed to get in with Nell's huge, fancy camera. Here are a few of her shots of the super babe that is King Khan, and his performance partner, the funny, albeit not such a cutie pie, Mark Sultan a.k.a. BBQ.
The costumes, songs and backdrop were all so amazing. Plus, they bagged the fuck out of Xavier Rudd, which was funny. It was probably my favourite show of the year thus far. We played 'Tastebuds' in the car on repeat all the way home, which is now the new favourite cunt song.
"If you have a problem with this song, you have a problem with your sexuality"- King Khan
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