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Initially, I was skeptical about this King Khan guy. I mean, I don’t want to sound crass here, but an Indian guy trying to deliver funk sounded like the next bad Mike Myers movie.

Well, King Khan and The Shrines put on a show Friday night that was more than enough to exorcise any anti-Funkindian sentiments I had. I actually don’t even know if Khan is Indian or Pakistani or what. I do know he’s Canadian, and that he wouldn’t be upset if he read this racist-sounding review, because Khan’s above all that. The makeup of his band proves it: Ron Streeter, Curtis Mayfield’s live percussionist? There’s the Official Stamp of Funk Approval, and actually the selling point for me.

Khan came out like James Brown Himself, shiny silver cape flapping in the fans of the Larimer’s dance flo’. And then they just rocked the s*** out of the Larimer. All the heel-tapping hipsters barely knew what to do with themselves when Khan spat his bootylicious pushaman soundscape all over their faces. They figured it out eventually, with the help of Khan’s Fly Girl, who looked like she had come straight from a rollerderby match, but had more moves than a chessmatch. Khan is an act that defies description so, you just have to listen to them. Need recommendations? Sweet Tooth and Took My Lady Out To Dinner (with a chorus: She’s fat! She’s ugly! I really, really love her! x4) were my favorites of the evening. But it was all good.