King's X continue the search for truth on Three Sides Of One

Classy, intelligent, sonically powerful stuff on King's X's 13th album Three Sides Of One

King's X: Three Sides Of One cover art
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While no one expects King’s X to ever release another album to match their hugely impressive debut Out Of The Silent Planet or its arguably even better follow-up Gretchen Goes To Nebraska, fans have learned over 30-odd years that what you can expect – and will get – from the Texan trio is quality songwriting and performances, allied to a sound like no other band. 

And still with each new release (and indeed live show) they prompt the question: Why aren’t/weren’t King’s X huge? 

No surprises, then, that all the band’s stylish signatures and gold-stamped hallmarks are all over Three Sides Of One, from tremendously powerful opener Let It Rain, through Give It Up – a right belter that live is going to knock audiences dead – to short-but-sweet closer Every Everywhere, one of several tracks to feature their Beatles-hinting three-part harmony vocals. 

Unsurprisingly, lyrically He is still a presence, but for a while now the band have been searching for truths rather than playing their believing hand. Classy, intelligent, sonically powerful stuff.

Paul Henderson

Classic Rock’s production editor for the past 22 years, ‘resting’ bass player Paul has been writing for magazines and newspapers, mainly about music, since the mid-80s, contributing to titles including Q, The Times, Music Week, Prog, Billboard, Metal Hammer, Kerrang! and International Musician. He has also written questions for several BBC TV quiz shows. Of the many people he’s interviewed, his favourite interviewee is former Led Zep manager Peter Grant. If you ever want to talk the night away about Ginger Baker, in particular the sound of his drums (“That fourteen-inch Leedy snare, man!”, etc, etc), he’s your man.