There is still so much geklimaatmarst be, if Khruangbin are exotic grooves into the hall, scattering, the temperature more than a degree and a half up.
In the Ancienne Belgique was the Friday of dattum. Thought guitarist Mark Speer, and drummer Donald Johnson clearly that it is not only outside winterde – one had his leather outfit dusted …
In the Ancienne Belgique was the Friday of dattum. Thought guitarist Mark Speer, and drummer Donald Johnson clearly that it is not only outside winterde – one had his leather outfit dusted, the other a coat of mail designed by Buck Rogers. But bassist Laura Lee was on his toes: for the tropical temperatures she had on a bikini enough. When she was right in Taking mi quieres’ her sensual heupwieg bovenhaalde, was it even a stripe warmer.
How hot it is under the black Cleopatra wig from Lee, and the Bruce Dickinson version of Spear was, we didn’t have to know, because even a blind man can see that the trio from Texas superhot. The AB was knalvol with hipsters, wereldmuziekconnaisseurs and older youth who would like to have again something to remember from the sixties. And that dreamy music that is more retro sounds than a Tarantino soundtrack. Even their guitars are of that vintage krulsnoeren.
What is his secret? It is a band size of virtual cratediggers and streamers, which, in a few clicks of the mouse to switch between the twangende licks of Link Wray, zydeco from Lousiana and the Afghan rabab. That, in short, of the whole world to their favorite radio station. Not for nothing is it called their last album, Con todo el mundo.
It is their shared love for South-Asian funk and psychedelics that Khruangbin – Thai for airplane a group did. Therein, the ringing guitars as they are there in the sixties oppikten of The Shadows, about the first western pop music that the Asia reached when the world is a village. Through that detour along the East brings Khruangbin which bright melodies and ditto guitars of The Shadows back. The solo of ‘Apache’, the biggest hit of The Shadows, that they were under the Persian carpet of ‘Mary también’ slid, was not just a wink.
That song showed exactly how Khruangbin a lot more influences in the blender throws, of Texas blueslicks to Congolese rumba, and a lot more sex. His groove was warm and firm. Dryer than the bare breakbeats of Donald Johnson, you got your funk is not served. And the soft bass notes of Laura Lee drowned in botergeile dub.
A medley proved that the three are not averse to the jazzy ninetieshiphop of A Tribe Called Quest, but also of Spandau Ballet and Chris Isaak. Khruangbin brought it all with effortless flair and summer heat. No prescription for a long-lasting love, for a considerable hype that already in Werchter reaches.
An hour and a half twangen and groove for lesser fans what many, sometimes doorprikte the buzz the subtle klankwolkjes. Especially on quiet songs that are almost cancelled out as a lone lava lamp. ‘White gloves’ which appeared to be even mellower than Connan Mockasin with a spliff too many. And the trick with the ringing phone was cool, but not much more than a gimmick.
When Johnson discobeat inkickte, bouncing the audience. ‘People everywhere (still alive)’ horse Chaka Khan, in a West-African guitar, but with the glitterbal of Nile Rodgers.
Laura Lee went through the knees, the lights spuiden rainbows and the whole room was, very briefly, on a plane to the sun. Only the cocktail and the straw you needed to be there dreams.
Seen on 25 January, at the Ancienne Belgique, Brussels