King Post Kitsch – EP Review


This week might be quite review heavy, as I try and get caught up on everything I should have done but put off before we venture into a new month. So if you don’t like my reviews, you might want to avoid me this week. I might fail to get anything done as usual though, we’ll see.

First on the list of something I’ve been meaning to get posted for ages is the debut release from King Post Kitsch. It’s been out for a while, but better late than never eh?
King Post Kitsch is a London based Scot, and due to my inability to write “Kitsch”, he’s giving my spellchecker a major workout.
The self titled EP has three tracks, and they all sound really different from each other, ruining any chance I have of blagging my way through the review.
Opener Alaska kicks off with a swirling organ sound and a vocal that’s almost Beatles like. Psychedelic, catchy and with a fantastic sample about the presence of bears in Alaska, it makes for a fine start.
Modern Times is a real shift in gears, driven by discordant piano, with a bit of minimalist guitar and bass. It’s a song with a great feeling of unease, completely different in both style and tone from the other two songs.
Closer Fante’s Last Stand is a sweet, gentle little tune for the most part, shaken up a bit with electric guitar riffing that all at once sounds out of place and absolutely perfect. There’s a bit of a Bon Iver feel about this one, and it’s really quite gorgeous.

Since the EP can be had for free you’d won’t be losing out on anything if you give it a try. And give it a try you should. I really liked it, I hope you do too.

King Post Kitsch: BandcampWebsiteMySpace

<a href="">Alaska by King Post Kitsch</a>


  1. Anonymous says:

    So this was a while ago, but any idea where that sample comes from?

  2. Jim says:

    Not a clue… I’ll try and remember and ask in time for the album coming out next month!

  3. Anonymous says:

    Thanks, I dunno that girl’s voice sounds really familiar.

  4. Jim says:

    Finally remembered to ask, so the answer, straight from the horses mouth, is “it’s homemade – couldnt find one suitable”.
    So there you go.