King Tuff (aka Kyle Thomas) has the soul of a bat and the heart of a bunny. He is one of the realest dealest rock 'n' roll pop beasts around, making wonderfully skuzzy classic-styled rock with giant guitar licks and the croon of a charming gummy bear. His newest (self-titled) album came out on Sub Pop this past October and is excellent and varied—enthusiastic and a little thoughtful, weird and a lot catchy. We had a phone interview set up, but a snafu caused us to e-mail it out instead. I left his answers as-is, because King Tuff needs no editing. He is coming to Seattle on the day that weed becomes legal.
Why didn't you answer my phone call this morning? Give me a really good excuse.
Ummmmmm u didn't call! I was sitting next to my phone staring at it waiting for yr call for like 30 mins. ps I'm going to kill u. [Ed. Note: I DID TOO CALL. Three times. I had a crazy recording device set up and EVERYTHING. In fact, I have a recording of him NOT ANSWERING. I mean, JK, KT, don't kill me.]
When is your birthday? Are you down with the zodiac? What about the Mayan calendar?
January 18. Capricorn. Pisces moon, Leo rising. Mayans rock duh.
What was the first show you remember going to?
I went to a live action performance of my fav show zoobilee zoo. I had a crush on the cat girl. [Ed. Note: I looked this up. Zoobilee Zoo is terrifying.]
Favorite music growing up?
You're playing with Dancer and Prancer in Seattle—got any favorite Christmas albums/songs?
I luv Xmas music. I pretty much love every song except Lil drummer boy. Fuck that barumpabumbum shit. I luv the Charlie brown Xmas album. Also john fahey has a Xmas record that rules. [Ed. Note: I fucking hate that song, too. I have yet to meet a musician who disagrees.]