What's that aroma? That must be the FUNK that's been spilling from the heart of the Norfolk countryside across the land. Powered by their thirst for the most putrid of perverse aural experiences, Killamonjambo's mission is not just to bring their flavour to new audiences, but to invite you into the lust-fueled aura of their live energy. Intimacy between band and crowd is guaranteed regardless of venue size, and a sweaty exchange of energy and sheer ecstasy guarantees the air will be hung thick and heavy with sweet, passionate music. Surging between extremes of indulgent debauchery and sensitive caress, expect climax after climax of the filthiest, funkiest rock on offer.

The tearing horn lines of the Brass Bandits are what's been getting fans across Europe wet between the legs, such an orgy of masculinity has scarcely been encountered outside of only the most private darkened rooms. From the sax and trumpet combination come raw and raucous surges, diving into sweet expectant moments of sensory indulgence, backed up with the most popping, pumped up slap happy bass lines. All this is punctuated with the divine stylings of Frank Youngs's splatocatser specials, and driven along by the most pumped-up dance beats. Slathering all this freaky flavour across your music receptors, combined only with the most intimate sensitivity and caressing lyrics, such levels of audience intimacy are rarely experienced between stage and dance floor, and in this case, conveyed with such angelic vocals come Killamonjambo, truly the next big thing in your world.