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REVIEW: KING TIDE - SCARED NEW WORLD
Scared New World

KING TIDE
Scared New World

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Golden Crown (Single)

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Summer Vibration Pack

Roots Pop Reggae

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Beggars Waltz

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Beggars Waltz

To Our Dearly Deported

KING TIDE
To Our Dearly Deported

Paul, FasterLouder 2005

Listening takes me back to another time, when the world seemed a better place, when people smiled in their cars while listening to reggae beats.


Paul Busch, FasterLouder 2008


King Tide pummeled the crowd with their beat and forceful sound on Saturday night at The Gaelic Club. Playing well over 20 songs on the evening, Tony, Paul and the band were in excellent shape and form, even with Tony sporting a rather rugged black eye.
I was confused at how he had come to this beating, but alas, it was only a bit of a problem with a bass guitar that caused it. No bashings at the hands of anyone, thankfully.

Coming out and kicking off the band did World¹s Gone Wack and the attendees were skanking from the get go. When you see King Tide you are taken by the force of the playing, the groove and the fabulous horn section. Paul and his new hairdo, or lack of one, as he has removed his long locks for the bald look, except for a gash of hair behind one ear. Of course the new look suited him and had no effect on his singing, dancing or rapping.

Moving and grooving was what was happening on the dance floor and the smell of weed filled the air and that is a nice change from most gigs these days.
Not that I condone open smoking, but reggae and rock and roll gigs used to be one place where you could light up without too much pressure. No one at the club seemed to mind one bit and it added to the Rastafarian atmosphere of the night.

The anniversary of Mr.Marley¹s birth had just passed and Bob would have been 63 this year if he was still with us. The spirit of Bob was with us as we worked up a good sweat and the rhythm and the roll of King Tide kept us moving through a set list that included Not Irie, Bush Heads, Dog War, and a great version of Skatalite Feelin.

Yes a night with King Tide took it out of me but left me wanting to keep dancing and moving. They inspire the legs and feed the ears. And just a few days ago I entered a cab in Sydney and the driver was playing some soulful reggae and I asked him, ³Is this the radio²? And of course it was not, but we talked reggae for a bit and his wife who is a former New Yorker like I, had seen Bob Marley around 40 times.

I asked the cabbie if he had heard of King Tide and he had. His wife loves the band and she can¹t believe that they don¹t get more press and air time in this world of ours.
I nodded in agreement and told him to make sure he and his wife supported live music by seeing them the next time they are in the neighborhood.

And make sure you, dear reader, get out and see King Tide soon. Time waits for no one, not even you.

Peace.
Reggae
Keep It Comingš.


Drum Media, 2008


The Annandale Hotel, Annandale
Bringing it home on Jagermeisters live loud month of February,King Tide are
the Australian Wailers.  Snatch is a wild Hunter .S Thompson who's found Ra.
Tony Hughes Daddy Cool with an ability to display Cab Calloway-esque
showmanship.Solid reggae moved to jumping ska,pumped along by a tight three
piece horn section and ridden by the two front men as if on blazing
saddles.Tempos rose and fell,the band dominating the dancefloor'till not one
person was left sitting.At the finale,the crowd of 200 sounded like 400.
Nuff said!


Choppy Chopstein

To say that sitting in Brunswick on a Sunday night, where the weather was
cold but the music was hot, is somewhat of a cliché in Melbourne. But a
cliché is often a cliché because it is something based on reality that has
happened so many times that it is instantly recognisable.
So for me to say that on this particular Sunday night that I was sitting
sipping a beer, while it was bloody cold outside and a band preformed in
front of me who were, not to be exaggerating, hot, is a welcome cliché.
Kingtide, hailing from Sydney have been regulars on the reggae/roots
circuit for a long time, and have completed a number of well placed support gigs
and solo shows throughout Australia. As recently as December Kingtide joined Melbourne reggae/fun legends Bomba at the Espy in St Kilda for what was probably the most underrated gig of the year, a merging together of two bands into a perfect symmetry of sound,complete with heavy bass rhythms and driving melodies that turned the
Gershwin Room into a sweating, breathing life form (those who attended
would know what I am talking about).With this in mind, it occurred to me (and probably the 30 people who witnessed the same thing) that Kingtide¹s gig was doomed from the outset.
A Sunday night for any local act is a difficult one. If the weather is ideal
and elements, such as venue and timing, correct, then it could be a
winner.
Unfortunately for the group of musicians who played brilliantly on this
Sunday, none of these elements fell in their favour.
There are some great venues for bands in Brunswick, but Don¹t Tell Tom is
not quite there yet. I really like the room ­ tall ceilings, great sound
from the PA, and a great beer garden with pool table. But on this night,
these elements not only didn¹t help, they seemed to aid the disappointing
turn-out.
With all of that said, I must say that Kingtide, for me, have been the
highlight of the Brunswick Music Festival, putting as much heart and soul
into a performance for 30 people as they would for 3000. Kingtide put out
a solid, complete sound, with vocal harmonies from vocalist Tony Hughes and
toaster/MC Paul Snatch that would send shivers down Bob Marley¹s spine.
Featuring songs from their most recent record, Scared New World, the
members of Kingtide proved beyond doubt that they¹re foremost a party band. Songs
such as Funky Reggae, World¹s Gone Wack, and Ites, ites, ites (written to
commemorate Tony¹s seeing ska legends The Skatilites play), were infused
with covers such as the Wailers¹ classic Simmer Down and swinging track
from reggae master Yellowman. My personal favourite was their ska-ed up version
of Bob Marley¹s Soul Shakedown Party, which even had the owner of the bar
dancing. And that¹s what hit me as being something essential for this band¹s
survival ­ the ability to make people dance. In between their two sets (yet another
obstacle in the night) I had a chance to sit and chat with the guys. They
didn¹t bitch and moan about the quality of the gig (although that¹s not to
say they weren¹t disappointed). They smiled, shared a bottle of rum, and
decided to treat the people who had made the journey to a show of personal
favourites and fun. It¹s this optimism that made what could have been a
complete disaster, a gig that people will hear about but only few can say
they witnessed.