Word of Mouth tour picture special
Good evening readers.
As is now customary at the end of a To Kill A King tour, I present to you our photo blog of the mad, bad and bland and brilliant moments from the last two weeks. A huge thank you goes to Lula and Shields who accompanied us, plus all the local supports, promoters, punters and everyone else in team TKAK who made it possible. It’s been an absolute pleasure and we’re all looking forward to our German excursion. If you missed it, here’s what it looked like ->
We started in familiar fashion on the M1, our road most travelled.
Always ahead of the game, Ben catches up on sleep while he still can.
In Middlesbrough, tape is carried on the face for both style and convenience.
In Leeds, Jon poses with a near life sized poster.
Ralph on form on home turf live in Leeds.
After the show things got triple barrelled.
Ben’s paper hat only hints at the mayhem that followed…
If this chrome bonnet thing ever becomes a craze, blame Leicester.
Ralph throwing some shapes in Leicester (see top left of photo for who took it).
If Ian’s guitar licks don’t melt faces his socks sure will.
Backstage was full of hilarity (not our own work).
Ben and Ralph illustrate how touring kills love. The aftermath of this photo doesn’t show was utterly barbaric.
En route to my audition for the Hairy Beatles, Bristol’s finest tribute act.
The Vatican makes its first foray into the drinks industry with this, the world’s first Roman Catholic Cola.
Take one marker pen and one quick mind et voila!
If only they were this focussed on stage!
Ben is liberal with his track names when recording our Cargo show.
Ben’s projection worked a treat before a sold-out Cargo.
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Some special guest join us for Choices at Cargo.
TKAK’s most-likely-to-join-a-boy-band gets a suitable sign.
Cargo’s artist in residence Jake Jackson shows us his version of events.
Outlandish horse placement en route to Hastings.
Let me see that Kong.
Some new shirts, soon to be unveiled online…
Whilst Ralph and I unloaded in Southampton, the rest of the band got interviewed. In a bath. With a stranger.
My old teenage diary, from which morale-boosting excerpts were read to kill the long journeys.
Because seals get peckish too.
The three amigos straddle the stage at Southampton.
Despite his early reservations, Ben learned to love our tour van.
Doncaster gets its swag on.
To add unnecessary complication to a near-faultless tour, Ian took it upon himself to fall off his bike on our day off with just two gigs remaining. Here he takes a quiet moment to contemplate his self-centred and foolish actions. Thankfully he stilled played like a pro.
Manchester pioneers the one-bulbed chandelier. Classy.
Having heard of our fearsome reputation, the promoter chose unbreakable metal bottles to avoid any glass-related tear ups.
Meet the whole gang!
Unable to tear himself away, Shields’ Tom bids us his own emotional farewell.
Thanks one and all, see you soon!
^JP
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