Seismic Rad-Libs With Kithkin (Bob and Kelton)

If I’ve said it once, I will say it again; Seattle is a hotbed of talent, and some bands just have that special ‘it’ factor. Kithkin(listen) is one of those bands, in which we have been lucky enough to work with on a series of upcoming mini-documentaries and a full on professionally shot live performance in a secret location as a part of our “Destination Unknown” series.

So make sure and catch them headlining this Friday (May4th) at Chop Suey, with Tom Ten, Nude and Feet. Now check out their bizarre Rad-Libs.

I don’t know if: you’ve ever seen the Swamps of Sadness on a midsummer’s eve, but, it’s still really sad. No light shall ever brighten that place. 

It’s hard to tell the difference: between where the Swamp ends and your body begins in the midst of a spirit quest.

 One time we just about: consumed our own arms when we mistook them for demon possessed snake wyrms.

 One of these days we: will avenge the death of the fifth member of Kithkin. We miss you, Hrothgar. THE SNAKE WYRMS SHALL PAY DEARLY.

If we could: reanimate Hrothgar’s corpse without fear of retribution, we would, but obviously that’s not the case.

 Best way to lose: a gaggle of persistent snake wyrms is to offer up as sacrifice anybody named Hrothgar, as prophecy dictates.

There is never enough: fennel. Everyone has felt this.

 We’re not exactly sure when: all the fennel disappeared, but our swamp chickens remain unseasoned until it returns to our fields.

 We’re not sure if: anyone has ever seen us without our human masks on.

There aren’t many: trans-dimensional gatekeepers in Seattle, but we are doing our best.

A Kithkin show has: no bassoon, and never will, for the Bassoon people have done great harm to us in the past.