When King Khan (then 'Blacksnake') decided to stay in the land of kraut and honey, they always maintained that they would soon lay waste to this miserable world. And so they began in 2002. BBQ visiting my man King Khan, and jamming in his Nazi-bunker rehearsal space. They took it easy, honing their craft, playing sporadically around Germany and Spain to crowds outraged by their incredible sound and nasty live show. Two guys. One smashing snare, bass drum and tambourine with his bare feet, molesting his guitar and singing like a possessed angel. The other spinning and howling like a freak while belting it out on his guitar like a real gone savage.