Khanate Live

Back before everyone reading the Observer were name-checking Sunn O))).
Back before every douchebag you know was in a doom band.
Back before the word doom was used to describe every stoner band that played slow bits.

There was Khanate.

If you can try and remember hearing Khanate for the first time, free of all the contextual bullshit grabbing on to them now, can you remember how genuinely scary that music was. Those abstract guitars probing out from the dank mire of noise. The crashing drums, building, like some approaching destructive menace. And that edgy, tormented voice riding aloft spewing bile.

Confrontation is a central part of what Khanate are about: confrontation with the unpleasant, the unnerving, and the downright terrifying. A studio recording may give a glimpse into their world, but only coming when face to face, when confronted by the sound and the voice, and by the people from whence they emanated will you be fully aware of what is at hand; the oblivion of which they speak.