Aggressive. Almost to the point of assault. Prince Kong doesn’t fuck around. He likes to dress noise up as music then take it around in loops and up and down in curves and before you know it your lost on a dark dance floor with heaving bodies all around you. It becomes a kind of animal thing, a creature of primitive nature, an effective audible throwback to darker days when might made right and you owned what you could keep and there was always something looking to take what’s yours. It sounds like hyperbole i know, but it’s really not.
Tonights !K club ( a benchmark night on the Dublin scene when heads from all the crews show up to see who’s gonna drop what and an eager and avid crowd gathers to support the guys on stage ) saw the last Irish gig of Prince Kong before he takes himself off to Berlin. An interesting character to say the least, i’ve been lucky enough to chat to Kong a couple of times and i have to say, i like the guy. Mild mannered and polite, quiet and well spoken…it all falls apart on stage to reveal a true master of, and monster at, vicious electronic music. Crunching kicks and ludicrous bass come at you so hard and so fast it’s like being in a fight…and in a way it is. Your really just trying to keep your head above water, move with the blows and survive to the rare lulls when you recoup, reset your head and get stuck into the next wave of sound that is going to come pouring your way.
I could go on, but i won’t….going on is not something i am capable off right now…all i will say is, if you are lucky enough to see a poster that tells you Prince Kong is doing a gig near you…remember the date and go to it. Polish up your bass face and leave your social sensibilities at the door, plug directly into your hind brain and just cut loose.
