FOUR KINGS

Four Kings is the antithesis to itself, a soul that has a major issue with its own identity, a confused adolescent who cannot decide what it wants to be when it finally grows up someday. At times it wishes to be an unyielding angst filled volcano that spews molten notes upon the mass yielding strata. Other times it wishes to be the supple flesh of the love you have always desired.

Given this imbalance, there is no telling what might happen. The next composition you hear might very well put you in that warm happy place you arrive at when you are in a hot bathtub with water-scented aromatherapy, while the song that follows might throw you into the snow; bare naked and screaming bloody murder.

The individual personalities within Four Kings are no exception to the aforementioned dysfunction. When interpolating the live show, audiences wonder how such crude beasts can perform such acts of allure and artistry. There is no pretension associated with the moniker or message; however you will hear confidence, poise, and tenacity; emulsified with uncertainty, loathing, and a restless undertone. There is a savage hellion that lies within the heart of this rose scented saint.



Four Kings are on the TAKEOVER.