Too Much Is Not Enough The first time you hear the Luxury Kings, you're going to understand why it's so hard to put into words just exactly what it is this band gets up to. Start with the individual elements of the sound: the guitar is immersed in blues, but stil rangey enough to just get completely wild and venture off into left field, leaving sonic mayhem and smoldering vacuum tubes in its wake. The bass is both felt as a throbbing pulse and heard as the melodic foundation of the song, somehow solid and steady and adventurous and experimental, all at the same time. And the drums - whoo boy, those drums! Crushing, precise, dead-solid, locked-in, perfect. It's like blues, roots, and rock locked in a Texas Chainsaw Death Match. The trio puts its fierce instrumental foundation to work in songs that set the hills of North Missisippi against the shores of Muscle Shoals; that slide Texas boogie next to Memphis soul; that blend rhythm and blues with straight-up rock. All with a big, big beat and no apologies. This isn't your same old Blues-Rock, and at the same time, nobody in the band is ready to say that it is or isn't blues, or rock, or soul, or anything else you might hear for a moment in the music. At the same time, The Luxury Kings know that the thing they do has got enough soul to be as real as it needs to be, and every note is for real, so it must be totally right. When this band hit its groove, things get intense. There's a catalytic thing going on between the guys, and things get explosive in a big hurry. This is a band that knows how to turn a stage into a blast zone. So if I was going to try and describe what the band does, I could only say it in three words: Fine, fine stuff.
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