Kings Of The Fxxxxx Sea 'Death Dealer' 7"
“There is no way back into the past; the choice, as Wells once said, is the Universe - or nothing.
Though men and civilizations may yearn for rest, for the dream of the lotus-eaters, that is a desire that merges imperceptibly into death.”
• Arthur C. Clarke, Interplanetary Flight 1950
It would be incredibly easy for Chet Weise, Sara Nelson and Poni Silver to lean back onto their pedigree of seasoned Devil’s business blues based punk projects (Top of the Class cliff-notes Immortal Lee County Killers, Little Killers, Quadrajets, The Ettes…) but if you thought garage rock was what you were going to get from this trio of expectation-defying leather bound soul mates, then you don’t know Kings of the Fucking Sea.
The Kings are melted metal poetry, spirituality and explorations of The Riff pulsating under a cosmic slop of fuzz, dive bombing guitar solos, and snare rolls; equal parts Frazetta, Blackmore, and LSD spiked rides on Space Mountain. Sonically and lyrically we’re in full interstellar apocalypse mode here, these tunes melt into weighted liquid time.. They’re heavy, searing and strictly for the heads. Both tracks on this Plant Life debut interplay and intersect, two separate and complete stories that combine into one larger narrative. This is the soundtrack to your next cloven hoofed horse ride through space and time.
There is never need to exhume and exploit ghostly glories. Kings of the Fucking Sea ably prove that jamming your foot on the gas, leaving the blue dot behind and never reflecting on your pillars of salt is the only way forward
Catalogue number: PL03
Label: Plant Life