KING 810
They’re writing about puppies and flowers this time. Maybe
“Flint, killing, guns, sex, death, murder, drugs, crime, prison, bloodshed, crack, destruction, felonies, heroin, homicide, manslaughter, shooting, stabbing, scars, coke, suicide, murder, murder, murder.” When we ask David Gunn what he’ll be writing about for the new King 810 album, we relieved to find the Flint warriors won’t be taking a drastic left-turn and pumping out pop-punk songs about pizza and shit. “Last year, we got some time to think, make plans and do a little writing at home.” 2017 did include a stop at Bloodstock with a depleted line-up. As ever, David is bullishly philosophical on the subject. “My Mom drank castor oil to force me out ahead of schedule, emergency C section, umbilical cord wrapped around my neck, probably already trying to kill myself,” he says with a mischievous look. “I can’t even fathom a point in time where there weren’t roadblocks present. That bullshit is nothin’.” Whatever King do this year, we guarantee nothing will get in their way.