REVIEW: King King. Greystones - by Rachael Clegg

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“I LOVE you, King King,” shouts a woman from the crowd.

The band – one of the UK’s finest R & B outfits – continue to play, setting their set list on fire with funk-drenched keys, a solid rhythm section and Paul Rodgers-style vocals.

Their set ranges from the gloriously rocking Gravy Train to the slow, ballad-like Feels Like Rain, to which the entire crowd (or at least that’s what it sounds like) joins in. Tonight is about audience participation – banter flies between frontman Alan Nimmo (of Nimmo Brothers fame) as quickly as keyboardist Bennett Holland’s fingers fly across the keys. It seems as if the entire room is either tapping its feet or subtly shaking its bum.

It’s a staggering, lively and spectacularly tight performance, enhanced by a unified atmosphere. But the dancing’s thanks to Holland, who punctuates the band’s bluesy sound with bursts of funky, soulful, licks on the keys. If he played any more rigorously the keyboard could quite possibly spontaneously self-combust.

And the crowd’s loving it. “I love you King King,” screams the same lady.

“I’ll show you some lovin’ later,” jokes Nimmo, in his thick Glaswegian accent. The crowd laughs and then, with impeccable timing, a grey-haired man shouts: “I love you King King,” in a thick, gruff, South Yorkshire accent, to which, Nimmo replies: “You wouldn’t believe the lengths I’d go to in order to shift these records.”