Karma To Burn – Official WebSHRINE

“It is with great pride that I can now reveal to you the results of exhaustive (and budget exhausting) research on behalf of the VLSA (the Vanished Lead Singers Agency). The research journey took us from the wilds of Borneo through the perils of the Hindu Kush, finally coming to rest in the pleasure palace at Xanadu.

I can now reveal that the man, the myth, the legend that is Ronnie G exists. Whether or not he will ever return from his reckless pursuit of hedonism to take his place at the forefront of the legendary riff machine that is KTB is another question.

Our research also revealed a basic truth of rock. This truth can be traced back through the mists of time, past jongleurs, wandering minstrels and bards and on into the primordial sludge out of which came Robert Johnson, Big Bill Broonzy, Blind Willie Nelson and through to the psychedelia, Led Zep, Sabbath and on, leaving its mark on Metallica and Kyuss, finally coming to rest in the home of instrumental that is KTB.

This truth has been constant since this time, there have been iconoclasts who have failed to recognise this basic tent of rock, but they have suffered for their oversight. What is this truth? It is simply this – at gigs you must discuss your cats.

I now add another truth – gardening is cool. Things are coming along apace in the garden, the green shoots stand as testament to our work and fill me with joy every time I see them. Our goat is happy, miffed that Basil has not returned her calls, but she’ll get over it. Long distance is always dodgy. We are getting a couple of sheep at the weekend to keep the grass down and they will be delicious I am sure.

I trust all is well with you and the tour is going down like the bomb or somesuch youth street lingo that I am too old for.”

A beautiful serenade from our friends in Greece on the last night of the 2010 European Tour.

Thank you to all our friends across Europe, it has been both an honour and a privilege!!!

See you again soon….

From: Some Guy

Look, I am a famous movie producer for television and I don’t need no oversized sunglass-clad wrong turn virginia kid telling me about stuff I need to know.  I will fly there on my fucking enterprise starship if I feel like it and beam down a shitload of man on the silver fucking mountain.  How is that for “giving back?”  And yes, Bloomberg – it was a fucking Muslim you idiot.

Sent From Outer Space

From: Some Guy

I am so into myself i sent this to myself.

Begin forwarded message:

From: Some Guy

sorry about that last email.  you know i am in love with all of you.  the other me took over briefly.

Sent From Outer Space

Click ME!!!!!!

Hope springs eternal! I am in transit as we speak to an undisclosed undersea laboratory for a job interview with Dr. Sarcophagus. He has received my application and is very interested in hiring me as Henchman #1. Should the job be offered, I must regretfully inform you that I must terminate my position as lead vocalist, for the time being. As you know it has always been a dream of mine to cut someone in half with a table laser machine. Also, I have always wanted to press the button of a trap door attached to a chute, attached to a shark. Should I not contact you within 24 hours of my interview please give all my Motley Crue cassettes to William. The rest of you get nothing. Raise the roof! R.G.

Exhausted from a mere two nights of touring and an embarrassingly modest amount of substance abuse your friendly neighbourhood admin returns home barely able to raise his head enough to see what he’s typing…

The experience could be described rapidly as a heady mixture of bruising riffs, pot smoke and punishment candy, but would be to do the whole band a massive disservice. Something more explicit is required:

Karma To Burn are the best live band in the world

I speak from a position of authority; I have seen every band in the entire world, honestly!

An awful lot of live music (or simply music in and of itself) is wrapped up in personalities and performances… The Business of Show for want of a better phrase.

You go and see the Pixies, you go and see Frank Black and Kim Deal.. You go and see Gang of Four and you watch Jon King destroy a Microwave oven with a metal pipe… these are fine things if done well.. where might we be without Bowie?

Conversely to this exuberance there is The Riff. Music condensed to it’s most elemental form. The bare matter from which all other songs and symphonies are constructed…

When you go see K2B what you get is The Riff, and that is all… no distractions, no lectures, no posturing, no pouting and no lyrics… just The Riff.

When Plato suggested that all physical objects have a perfect form which they derive their nature, that there must be some perfect, abstract chair to which all mere physical chairs aspire in their way, he may just as well have been talking about K2B (who are, let’s not forget quite, quite popular in the Hellenic world)…

In their hands they hold the perfect abstraction of all music.

Make of that what you will…