King of Shades

Chester Lineham vocals
Rudd Saban guitar, vocals
Sedgeley Osman bass
Cameron Poole drums

Rarity Dean doesn't like them. In Chapter 8, following her return walk from the Stage Door, she reveals they have a song called 'It's A Shit Business'.

Chapter 21

The Grid review section:
‘A single entendre would be nice’
Byline:
Rarity Dean

The trouble with bands like King of Shades is that there are bands like King of Shades. It’s one thing being trendy but pandering to the punter is a time-consuming and expensive business. Trying to second-guess your fickle tastes, dear reader, can be so all-consuming that the music inevitably takes second place. In the case of this band music would consider itself fortunate if it were in third place. Not that I’m blaming you. It’s all King of Shades’ fault. At a three-quarters-full Dilettanti Society on Friday night there were lots of sculptured hairstyles in evidence and a variety of poses being chiselled, but otherwise not a lot of substance. They were dressed as though they’d hired their outfits from a very expensive outfitter’s, and that was just the punters. The auditorium looked more like a boutique than a club.

It would be difficult to say whether the band had started their set or were still tuning up. If King of Shades were concerned they might come across as trying too hard, they needn’t have worried. Their engagement was so conspicuous by its absence that if their ‘Double Entendre’ tour continues as it kicked off in London they may not have many more engagements to look forward to.

Chester Lineham, the frontman, has plenty of swagger but as Jacky Shannon of the Dust Bunnies has noted, “Swagger will only get you so far.” King of Shades should have those words taped to their wedge monitors but then they’d probably forget what to play.

I’ll say one thing for them: their drummer has energy. He can also play in time and knows how to hit his drums; there are too many skinsmen nowadays whose idea of drumming seems to be connected with doing no harm to their drum skins. Drummers should not be nice. But what King of Shades’ drummer Cameron Poole made up for in sheer energy was sadly taken away and buried at midnight in a desolate plot by the rest of the band. A wetter bunch of buskers I have not set eyes and ears on in many a year.

But since I’ll otherwise be accused of bearing some sort of grudge against them I should give you the highlights. I’ve thought long and hard but the best I can do is to tell you that roughly the same number of punters were in the club when the band finished playing as when they started.
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