Can everyone PLEASE pay a bit more attention to this bastard?
He's rather good.
This is micro processed electronics that swirl from futuristic indie to the illegitimate daughter of a sneaky Skam Records side project.
[Clash Magazine 'Essential 15' Issue 41 Sept 09]
Good Things Come In 3's is a glitch-hop, quirk-pop, lo-fi indie electronic EP from Chris Weeks aka Kingbastard.
Fusing a myriad of sounds these 3 tracks bubble, fizz & pop their way into your psyche. Catchy riffs and colourful rhythms pepper this record, with retro synths from the likes of the classic stylophone; juxtaposed with glitchy beats, live percussion and instrumentation, maniacal knob twiddling FX, acoustic guitars, chopped-up layered vocals, harmonica, kazoo & anything else Weeks could get his hands on!
We don’t mind admitting that we’ve been totally smitten by this three track release the minute it shuffled its way into the line of sight of our turntable...
Mr Weeks has something of a want for cross wiring genres, operating on the parameters of electro pop he diffuses and cannibalises all manner of playfully perky Radiophonic Workshop accents, game console glitches, trip hop motifs, funk calibrations and down tempo mirages to his vast palette of sound...
Ridiculously infectious this three pronged set is served with a rounded full bodied lushness...
The excellently titled and dare we say impish ’BEARDSCRATCHER’ opens the account - a kooky slice of woozy goofiness that to these ears sounds not so dissimilar to something you’d imagine Joe Meek knocking up had he been tasked to re-wire Lipps Inc’s ‘funky town’ with Tele:Funken on hand to add in the promenade parked ice cream van motifs and Art of Noise in an advisory capacity just for the hell of it undoing every thing he laid down and re-plugging it all with crookedly funky patches. Those of you preferring your sounds somewhat reclining and uber chilled may well find yourselves suitably satiated by ’I’M WAITING FOR MY HEAD TO EXPLODE’ which unless I’m very much mistaken takes its cue somewhere along the baggy axis of the early 90’s and hooks upon it some neatly fat and spongy floor swooning grooves before taking it on a well earned vacation to somewhere with sun to get bronzed up, seriously trippy and ready to return to Blighty as some deviously distracting bliss glazed bugger with a penchant for ’Screamadelica’ era Primal Scream. Rounding up the set is ’IDK’ which in our much humbled opinion is the EP’s defining moment not least because its blessed with one addictive beast of an R L Burnside styled snaking riff strut that’s quite possibly the catchiest thing since the Knack’s ’my sharona’ - then weld on some modular meltdown rhythms borrowed as were from Herbie Hancock’s ‘rock it’ and spin in some Go Home Productions wizardry and then tell me again - what exactly is there not to like.