Photos by Aaron Richter
As pulse-quickening as it was to see A Place to Bury Strangers in broad moonlight at Manhattan’s South Street Seaport on Friday, self-titled was especially psyched about the stateside debut of King Khan and the Shrines. Touring fresh off the release of a catalog-skimming Vice compilation, the BBQ-free band tore through a set that sounded like a Nuggets-schooled death match between the Black Lips and the Dap-Kings.
We managed to snag the following shots in between many an awkward dance move …
