Charlie Khan is the foghorn voice of the not-entirely-moral minority, not that this bothers him in the slightest. Casting his jaundiced eagle-eye over the chaotic rat’s nest that is society, he has found it wanting. Fortunately, with an idiosyncratic and eloquent lyrical mien and a belly full of bile, he is able to set about exposing the absurdity of human behaviour through the medium of song.
Backed by a clattering cacophony of weird and wonderful instruments, including horns of all shapes and sizes, crumbling keyboards, double bass and at least part of a drum kit, his brand of danceably demented, psycho-swing diatribes are a truly unique proposition.
Live, Charlie is a demonic dervish, cheerfully anarchic and impishly sanguine, whether he be abusing a piano or in his full pomp as ringmaster of his carnivalesque band of cacophonous malefactors known as the Bullfrog Chorus. With them as his enforcers, he intends to ensure that everyone within earshot dances to his tune and marches to his beat, by whatever means possible…
